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scenequeenwritingmachine · 8 months ago

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Just for Tonight

Pairing: Genma Shiranui x Fem Reader (Smut)

WC: 7k

Summary: You run into an old friend, he invites you to come over and get high like old times.

Warnings Under the Cut

Warnings: mildly dubious consent (they're both high), porn with feelings, body worship, fingering, blow jobs, p in v, riding, floor sex, extremely light angst, friends to lovers

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“Funny seeing you here,” a voice rang out behind you, “it’s been a while.”

You turned around, a gentle smile spread on your face when you saw him.

“Yeah, it has, Genma.”

You never would’ve expected to see him at the market, you had hardly seen him at all over the past couple years. Things weren’t like they were when you were teenagers anymore, you had both grown up and were now in your early thirties, basically living in different worlds at this point. You mostly worked at the academy training the next generation of ninja, hardly going out into the field anymore. You wanted to settle down and start a family, while he remained one of the most active shinobi in Konoha. You had never even given thought to the idea of him grocery shopping, with how little he was around. You figured he just lived off of the rations and food pills he received on missions. Yet here he was.

He stood in casual attire, simple black pants and a turtleneck. You didn’t think you had seen him like this since your early twenties. He still wore his bandana with his signature senbon hanging from his lips, though. He hardly looked like he had aged at all, his face was still smooth and youthful, unaffected by the stress of the job. He looked at you with soft eyes and a relaxed smile.

“It’s the first time I’ve gotten a couple days off in forever, so I figured I’d run some errands like a normal person,” he let out a slight chuckle. “I know it’s been a long time, but I couldn’t resist the urge to say hi to an old friend, so,” he trailed off, “hi.”

“Hi,” you replied. You couldn't help but fall into his charm.

“So, how has the academy been treating you?” he asked. “I know kids can be a handful, so I applaud you for putting up with them,” his tone was lighthearted, a bit more sweet than you’re used to with him.

“I’ve been doing fine with the kids,” you chuckled, “you’re right, they can be a handful at times, but these children really are incredible. I can already tell the future of our village is in good hands.”

“Well, you have always liked kids, I’m surprised you don’t have any of your own yet,” he remarked.

“I would if I could, but I haven’t found the right guy yet,” you explained, “ I wanna do it right, ya know?”

“Yeah, I get it. I know you’re the type of woman who would do anything to give your children a good life, I guess making sure you find a good dad for them is pretty damn important,” he replied.

You wondered if Genma ever thought about having a family. He always struck you as the lifelong bachelor type, never settling down. He seemed to really care about his job, always active and busy, but he never seemed too stressed. He liked helping people and protecting the village, he was born to be a ninja.

“I think you’ll find him though,” Genma continued, “I think any man would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks Gen, I appreciate it,” you smiled. You didn’t expect him to ever say anything like that, but his words warmed your heart. He had always been a genuine guy, but he tended to be a bit more of a smartass. Maybe it was the casual setting, but you liked this side of him.

“I’ve got a few more errands to run and I know you have to get your groceries home, but I was wondering,” he trailed off for a moment. “If you aren’t busy, do you wanna come over to my place and light one up like old times?” he asked. “I still live in the same apartment,” he added.

You thought about it for a moment.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you replied, “just give me a time and I’ll be there.”

“How ‘bout 8?” he suggested.

“Yeah, that’s good for me.”

It had only been around 1pm when you ran into him, but something made you want to finish your shopping and get home as soon as possible. Somehow, seven hours didn’t feel like enough time to get ready. Maybe you were just excited to go to an old friend’s house and hang out, not confined to the setting of a mission. You hadn’t been to his apartment in almost ten years. Sure, you had seen him plenty of times since then, you had often been assigned on missions together. You really only stopped seeing him over the past two years, since that was when you transferred to the academy. It was only natural that forgetting about the stresses of life and relaxing with a friend sounded appealing, but you couldn’t help the way your heart rate picked up thinking about it. After all, when you were younger you’d hang out with all of your friends at his apartment, but now it would just be you and him.

Once you got home and put away your groceries, you headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower. You spent a bit longer than you usually would, but you were basically operating on autopilot with your shave-day routine. After you finished in the shower, you got out and put on a nice outfit, then you proceeded to dry and style your hair. Finally, you finished up by applying your usual makeup. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but feel pretty.

It was still only 6:30 by the time you finished getting ready, so you cooked up a light dinner and ate. You knew that you and Genma would be having snacks later, so you didn’t want to overdo it. After you finished eating, you checked yourself in the mirror one more time, smiling. You looked at the clock, it was 7:30, exactly the time you needed to leave to arrive at his place by 8. You were a very punctual person, after all.

You felt nostalgic as you walked the familiar streets. You reminisced about your younger days when you and all of your friends would head to Genma’s to get high after a night of bar hopping. The next day when you showed up to get your mission briefing, you’d all be hungover. The Hokage would always chastise you all for your irresponsibility, yet you’d always end up doing it again. Eventually though, you did end up quieting down and everyone found their niche. You don’t remember when it happened, but one day everyone just got too busy to hang out, all of the shared meals, cheerful banter, and partying just stopped.

‘I guess we all had to grow up someday’ you thought to yourself.

Soon, Genma’s apartment building came into view. You didn’t know why, but nervous butterflies started flying around in the pit of your stomach. You approached his door and knocked. After a few beats, he opened it.

“Perfectly on time as always, come in,” he invited, stepping to the side so you could pass him. His tone was relaxed and casual as usual, with a slight drawl.

You smiled at him and stepped in. His apartment hadn’t changed at all in the past decade. It still had the same posters and artworks covering the walls, you wondered if he just never had the time to change the place up since your early twenties. He had the lights dimmed with the radio playing quietly in the background, it was the same atmosphere that always made his apartment the best place to get faded.

“I’m sure you already have some, but after I ran into you, I decided to buy some extra snacks. I know you always get the munchies really bad, so I hope your favorites haven’t changed in the past ten years,” you laughed.

He smiled, shaking his head to signify that they hadn’t changed. He then gestured to the kitchen bar for you to put down the grocery bag you brought.

“Thanks,” he said, adding in your name, “feel free to make yourself comfortable while I roll up.”

You nodded, complying. You walked over towards his bed, sitting on the floor with your back against it. Somehow, the floor always felt the most comfortable. You watched as he walked over to the desk under his window, opening the drawer. After all this time, he still kept his weed in the same place. He proceeded to grind up the flower and then expertly rolled up the joint. It reminded you of the time when you asked him to teach you, but your sad attempt of a joint ended up just falling apart. You tried again and again, but eventually decided to suck it up and let him keep doing it. You never quite got the hang of rolling.

You studied him as he placed his senbon on the desk and picked up the joint, bringing the paper to his mouth. You were hypnotized by the way he darted his tongue out to lick the edge, adhering the rolled joint together. A slight flush rose to your cheeks, but you shook your head to snap out of your trance before he turned around to come sit by you. Once he settled on the floor to your left, he set the ashtray that had previously been on his desk between you and passed you the unlit joint.

“What a gentleman,” you teased.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he smirked, lifting his lighter to the end of the joint between your fingers.

After it was lit, you dropped your head against the bed, brought it to your lips, and took a long drag. You felt the tension that had been plaguing your body lift as you exhaled the smoke. You were beginning to feel the most relaxed you had in a long time. Then, you smiled over at Genma and passed him the joint.

You watched as he angled his head back against the bed the same way you had to take his own drag of smoke. He had heavy lids and his jawline was partially obscured by the hair that his ears separated from the back of his head. He was the embodiment of relaxation, perpetually in a calm mood, even before feeling the effects of the weed. He pulled the joint away from his mouth, and after a beat, he parted his lips, blowing out the smoke towards the ceiling.

After he handed the joint back to you, Genma got up, heading to the kitchen. He grabbed the family size bag of chips from the bag of snacks you brought and opened it, eating a couple as he walked back to join you on the floor again. You took your drag, and then he traded you for the bag. You weren’t too hungry, so you didn’t eat any of the chips, but you still accepted it to free up his hands.

After a couple more puffs each, you guys finally began loosening up, transitioning into lively chatter. You told funny stories about your experiences at the academy, like all of the times your students said wildly inappropriate things. You explained how hard it was to reprimand them, since it took all of your effort to not just burst into laughter.

“Damn, kids really do say the darndest things,” he chuckled, “where do you think they’re learning how to talk like that?”

“I have no idea,” you shrugged. “I guess we weren’t too much better in our academy years, but it does seem they’re learning more and more over time. I don’t think we were that bad, though,” you added, with extra emphasis on ‘that.’

He then told you about the time he was sent on a mission to take care of an old lady in one of the neighboring villages while her family was traveling.

“It was the worst. She was pretty easy to take care of, but I did have to bathe her and help her dress. She just wouldn’t stop flirting with me,” Genma explained, “you thought the mouth on those kids was bad? That’s not even a fraction of what this woman was like. Imagine me trying to do my job and put clothes on a fully nude 85 year old who won’t stop talking dirty and ‘flaunting’ her body at me.” You were trying so hard to hold in your laughter. ”’Oh, you’re such a handsome boy, and a ninja?! I bet you have a great body under there’,” he mocked in his best old lady voice, “‘I bet big boy Mr. Ninja could make ‘ole granny feel like a young woman again.’” You were practically rolling with laughter. “She’d be running her old lady hands up and down my vest while batting her eyelashes. Do you know how hard it was to get a bra on her? It was such a nightmare to get her decent, and every time I got something on her, she’d try to pull it off again, like I’d fall in love with her or something if I saw her naked constantly. Now that I think about it, maybe she was just an exhibitionist. The worst part was, before her family left after I arrived and when they returned, she’d revert to this quiet, helpless, sweet old granny persona. They had no idea what she was really like!”

There were tears of laughter beginning to well up in your bloodshot eyes. “I forgot that for as many dangerous missions there are, there are even more silly and mundane ones.”

He took another hit and smiled. “Yeah,” he sighed, “I want to say it’s not what I signed up for, but sadly, it is.”

The joint was starting to burn too low now, so Genma snuffed it out in the ashtray he placed between you earlier. He got up and walked to the kitchen again, this time pouring you each a glass of water. He passed you one of the glasses and walked back over to the desk to roll another joint. There was an unspoken vibe between the two of you that you both wanted to get too high to worry about anything else.

“Thanks, Genma,” you praised, raising the glass to your mouth for a sip.

He hummed in acknowledgment as he worked. His back was turned to you, but you were still captivated by his movements. Your mind wandered in your haze, thinking about nothing and everything all at once. You were too spaced out to notice when he walked back over to you.

“Here,” he spoke up, catching your attention.

In the time your mind was wandering, he had already sat down and lit the joint. Now, he held it up to you. Instead of taking it with your own fingers, you just leaned into his and took a hit. You were a bit too dazed to really pay attention to your actions, not noticing as he watched you with heavy lids and a lazy smirk. You weren’t looking at him, just gazing at the wall across from you. Once you were done and exhaled the smoke, he leaned back and did the same thing.

“Thanks for inviting me over, Genma,” you mumbled, “you’re really sweet, I’m glad you’re my friend.”

“Always,” he replied, a smile evident in his tone.

It wasn't long before you began rambling about your life, the things you wished you did with your friends, your worries, your dreams. The weed was making it too hard to shut up, you just had to get out everything that was on your mind. You both stared blankly at the wall, but Genma still listened to you intently.

After a bit, you decided you had enough and stopped smoking, but he continued to smoke a bit longer. Once he felt satisfied, he set the joint on the ashtray between you. You don’t know how long you were rambling to him, but eventually you stopped and fell into a comfortable silence.

Neither of you knew how long you sat in your shared daze, just slowly blinking at the wall. At some point, you rolled your head to the right and saw the clock above his stove. You could at least make out a 1, but you weren’t sure if it was midnight or 1am.

After you stared at the clock for a while, you slowly rolled your head back over to the left and looked at Genma. He felt your eyes on him and soon, rolled his head to look at you as well.

Your heavy-lidded, bloodshot eyes made contact and you studied each other. You had no idea what he was thinking, but you couldn’t help but admire him. His pretty, brown hair fell around his face perfectly, his soft skin was illuminated by a beam of moonlight that escaped through a gap in his drawn blinds, his expression was completely neutral, but it still managed to draw you in.

He began to slightly lean in towards you, you wouldn’t have even noticed the fraction of an inch closer he got if you weren’t paying extremely close attention. Your heart fluttered and picked up a beat, but you couldn’t stop yourself from mimicking his movement, leaning in a tiny bit closer to him.

The tension in the air was so thick, you could hardly breathe, but you were too high to get flustered. He leaned in another fraction of an inch, and so did you.

His face was expressionless, but you didn’t need to read his face, you could practically hear his thoughts.

You glanced at his lips for a second as he leaned closer and you realized how bad you wanted this. Your heart was pounding in your ears, but you moved your gaze back up to his. His look said it all.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you both leaned in, closing the gap.

The second his lips met yours, a jolt of electricity buzzed through your skin. Maybe it was the weed making you sensitive or maybe it was because Genma was the person you were kissing, all you knew was that it felt like heaven.

He leaned further into you, deepening the kiss while bracing himself with his right palm on the floor behind the ashtray. He reached his left hand across his body and cupped your cheek, fingers threading their way into your hair. Soon, he nipped at your bottom lip. You opened your mouth for him in response, allowing his tongue to meet yours. The smell of weed and the taste of him was utterly intoxicating. You wanted more and more, but you didn’t know if it was possible to get enough.

Genma reveled in the sweet little sounds you made as he made out with you. He slowly began to push you back, gently moving towards laying you down parallel to the bed so he could crawl over you. However, before he could get very far, you put your palm on his chest to stop him.

He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his. He gave you the cutest confused look you’ve ever seen in your life, but you just gave him a sweet smile in response.

Slowly, you began pushing him back towards his original seat against the bed. He allowed you to move his body freely. Once he was in position, you crawled over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Then, you put your hands on his shoulders for support and lifted your right leg to swing it over his lower body. Now, you were straddling him.

Genma looked up at you, a cocky grin spreading across his handsome face. You lifted your hands from his shoulder to the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss. He could feel the happy grin on your lips as you kissed him and he couldn’t help but smile back into you. He moved his hands to rest on your hips, thumbs dipping up under your shirt and rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

Genma couldn’t believe how right your lips felt against his, it was like you were made for him. You’ve known each other for over two decades now, how did it possibly take you guys this long?

You had been straddling him with your knees rigid. Your hips had been hovering above his as you held yourself up, but you decided it was time to lower yourself down. Butterflies shot up through your stomach and you let out a soft sigh as you felt his erection against you.

Genma couldn’t help but use his hands on your hips to help guide you back and forth against him, letting out his own little groans of pleasure as you continued to kiss him deeply.

Your fingers slowly moved themselves up from the nape of his neck into his hair, one hand reaching up to slide his bandana off his head. He didn’t mind as it fell off and onto the bed behind him. His hair was disheveled, but you didn’t care. You figured it would only continue to get messier.

As you continued to lazily grind against him, Genma pulled away from your mouth. He then leaned in to start leaving love bites across the column of your neck. In response, you angled your head up to give him easier access. You moaned out as you felt his teeth graze against your skin, your fingers fully entangling into his hair.

You felt so warm. Every single one of his touches sent sparks across your skin. You could only imagine how wet you were getting as his clothed cock rubbed against you. You were trying to remember if a man had ever made you feel this good before, but you couldn't think of any times. Genma has barely touched you and it already feels like he’s the only other person in the world, like he was made for you.

Once he was satisfied with his work on your throat, he moved one of his hands from your hip to up to pull the neck of your shirt to the side. His lips met the junction between your throat and shoulder and he began to bite and suck there. You didn’t care that he was stretching out the neckline of your shirt, and you didn��t care if he left visible marks on you for all to see. All that mattered was feeling him against you.

The hand that remained on your hip moved further up under your shirt and he began gently rubbing up and down across the warm skin of your side, his fingertips grazing the bottom of your bra.

After a moment, Genma decided that he was satisfied with the purple bruises he littered across your neck and shoulder. He moved his fingertips to the hem of your shirt and tugged. You got the message and stopped grinding your hips against his, finding balance. You untangled your fingers from his hair and lifted your arms up, allowing him to slowly lift your top over your head. He dropped your shirt and rested his hands back on your hips, looking up at you with lust-blown pupils as you straddled him in only your bra. You needed him to touch you, you needed to get rid of the barriers between you, so you brought your arms behind you and unclasped your bra, allowing it to fall from your shoulders onto his lap. You quickly reached down, grabbing it and then tossing it into a random section of the room.

“So pretty,” he praised, once again sliding his hands up your bare skin. He now allowed them to rest on the underside of your breasts, thumbs grazing over your hard nipples. “Can’t believe it took this long…” he trailed off.

“Genma, please,” you don’t know what you were asking him for, you just needed more.

He leaned into the apex of your right breast, latching onto your nipple. He gently massaged the area around it with his hand, kneading your other breast with his other hand as well.

You cried out as he sucked, your hips again jolting into his. He couldn’t help but meet you with tiny thrusts of his own. You couldn’t believe how collected he appeared, you were falling apart over him and he didn’t even seem to mind how little you were touching him. If only you knew how much worshiping you got him off.

Eventually, he decided your right breast had enough attention for the time being and he switched to the left. His fingers slid easily across the spit-soaked skin of your right breast as he moved to knead it. You could hardly handle the feeling as he rolled your abused nipple between his fingertips.

It was all getting to be too much, you had to feel him. Your fingers dug into the fabric of his turtleneck against his back as he sucked you. You needed it off, you needed to touch him.

He soon got the message and pulled off of you, quickly discarding his shirt.

You sat back on his hips as you studied his body. You giggled to yourself, remembering the story he told you about the horny old lady he had to take care of. Her prediction was right, he really did have a perfect body under his baggy clothes. He was lean, not super massive, but still toned and fit. There was a dusting of light freckles across his shoulders and a smattering of tawny hairs down his lower abdomen. He leaned back and gave you another cocky smile with heavy-lidded eyes as you ogled at him. As much as he wanted to take care of you, he didn’t mind the attention.

You reached out and lightly ran your fingers down the contours of his chest. You felt lines of tight scarred skin under your fingertips at points, but his scars were a lot like yours, long since faded. You were so grateful that he didn’t seem to have any recent wounds. You knew it was part of the job, but the idea of him being injured made a tear begin to well up in your eye. Working at the academy, it was rare for you to get injured now. You were really only in danger during emergencies, since of course it was still your responsibility to protect the village as a ninja. But Genma, he was still on active duty, he could be called out on a mission at any time, he could get injured at any time, he could die at any time. He wasn't yours, you had barely even seen him in two years, but you couldn't bear to lose him.

You managed to break yourself out of your negative thoughts almost as quickly as they began. You think Genma noticed the slight falter in your expression, but he didn't say anything. You were usually a pretty positive person, so you attributed the weed to making you a bit more emotional.

You brought your arms to drape around his neck and kissed him again. In response, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him. As you sat on his lap, chest to chest, heart to heart, your kisses were deep and sensual.

The room was filled with hums and sighs of pleasure, along with the sound of the ambient radio playing in the background. You felt his hands drift under the waistband of your pants and underwear to grope at your ass as he guided you across his clothed erection. It felt so good, your eyes rolled every time you even thought about what was hiding under his pants.

Lucky for him, your waistband was stretchy. Genma didn’t even need to pull your pants down, he just angled his wrists out and they slowly rolled down on their own. Once the entirety of your ass was revealed to the air you lifted your legs up one at a time, allowing him to help you completely discard your pants. After they were fully off, he stopped kissing you and angled his jaw to the side so he could rest his chin on your shoulder. He reached his right hand between your legs from the back and ran a finger through your sopping wet cunt.

“Gen-!” you cried out, practically falling limp against him. You could almost feel the smirk he had on his face as he moved to pump his index and middle finger in and out of you. You couldn't see him, but you knew his mannerisms well enough to get a good idea of what face he was making. His left hand was groping your ass as he worked you with his right. You were involuntarily pushing your hips further onto his fingers, you needed everything he could give you.

“You're doing so well for me,” he purred, his voice low and erotic.

You were quiet, biting your lip as you tried to muffle your squeaks of pleasure. Your hands were buried in his hair as if it was the only thing grounding you. Your nipples were being stimulated as they rubbed against his bare chest, blessing you with yet another wonderful sensation.

After a few moments, he pulled his fingers out of you. You whined in annoyance, but he gently shushed you, kissing your shoulder in comfort. He then reached further under you until his middle finger came in contact with your clit, his thumb now replacing where it had been previously.

You sobbed out a high pitch moan as he rubbed circles around your clit. He found the perfect angle and you could feel your impending orgasm bubble up. You were panting and mewling as he worked you.

Genma knew you were getting close by the way you were squirming against him, it only egged him on. He kept a steady pace as he rubbed gentle circles around your clit, knowing consistency was the easiest way to make a woman cum. He had found the perfect angle for you and he wasn’t going to waste it.

“You’re doing such a good job,” he whispered into your ear, enunciating your name at the end. “It’s okay, sweet girl, you can cum for me.”

You nodded your head vigorously

“Wanna cum for you, Genma. Wanna be your good girl,” you babbled between moans.

Your heavy panting soon picked up speed and you stopped being able to hear anything over the beating of your heart. Your body was already trembling as you approached your climax.

Genma continued to praise and coo at you, he knew this was it.

“Gen-, gonna-,” was the last thing you managed to get out before your orgasm hit you. You let out a choked scream as your eyes rolled back. You saw stars as Genma worked you through your climax with more gentle circles on your clit. Soon though, you started trembling really hard and you were beginning to get overstimulated. Genma didn’t want to be mean, so he pulled his hand away from you and you slumped against him.

Now it was his turn to groan as he felt your bare, soaked pussy land atop the outline of his clothed cock. He knew how ready you were for him, your slick had dripped down the back of his hand all the way to his wrist as he fingered you earlier. He could hardly wait to feel you around him.

Genma lightly held you, bringing his right hand up to pet your hair. He didn't even care that he was getting it sticky with the release you dripped onto his hand earlier.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, coaxing you out of your slump.

You pulled away from him and looked up at him with your pretty, bloodshot eyes. You backed up off of his lap, fully nude and perfect. Genma was entranced by your beauty, his high making you seem nothing short of a goddess. He watched as you reached out and placed your hand over his cock. He groaned out and lightly bucked up into you as you palmed him.

“Genma, I wanna see,” you drawled.

“Anything for you,” he smiled in response.

He moved to hook his hands under the waistband of his pants, lifting his hips to roll them down. You watched him intently, slowly blinking as he revealed the rest of his body to you. He was absolutely perfect.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him. His hair was disheveled and sticking to various parts of his flushed face, his chest was rising and falling with heavy inhales, and his perfect, thick cock bobbed against his lower abdomen. He swallowed as he watched a drip of slick from your cunt roll down your inner thigh.

You reached your right hand out and wrapped your fingers around his cock, rubbing small circles over the head. His cock was heavy and warm with a drop of precum threatening to roll down the tip. Genma groaned and sighed as you familiarized yourself with it.

You leaned over, maneuvering yourself to rest on your stomach. You couldn't bear to not taste him, so you allowed your tongue to lick over the tip, picking up the bead of precum that had been resting there. He tasted absolutely divine.

You gently wrapped your lips around just the head of his cock, licking and sucking the tip. Your hand pumped the lower part of his shaft. Your movements were slow and lazy, his panting and groaning encouraging you. You knew you could easily stay here, sucking his delicious cock for hours, but today wasn't the day.

Genma moved his fingers to your head, lifting you off of him. He proceeded to guide your lips up to his again and you crawled up to meet him.

His kisses were so soft and deep, you never thought he would be such a sensual lover. You always figured he'd be more of a player, quick and rough, just from his personality. But he never actually talked about his sexual exploits, not even when you and your friends were all young and horny. Right now, he was treating you like he loved you, it warmed your heart and broke it all at once.

Now you were straddling Genma again, this time the both of you were fully nude. Your slick pussy caught against his cock every once in a while as you moved against him. His hands came down to rest on your waist, helping guide your hips back and forth over him.

Soon, you began getting impatient. You reached between your bodies and grabbed his cock, angling it towards your cunt. But before you could sink down on him, he stopped you. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

“I-,” he stuttered out, “I don't know if I could ever be the man you're looking for, the man you deserve,” he trailed off, “but maybe just for tonight.”

His words made your bloodshot eyes well up with tears. You just smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him again. He brought one of his hands to your cheek and wiped away the stray tear droplets.

As you kissed Genma, you still held his cock angled towards your core. You sank down on it, and both of you sighing in relief as he bottomed out. He filled you up so perfectly, stretching you in all the right ways.

You pulled away from the kiss and wiped the stray strands of hair away from his pretty face. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed as you began riding him, small moans were escaping his mouth.

You were letting out sounds of pleasure as he ran his hands across your body. Everything felt absolutely perfect, and your shared high made you so sensitive, increasing your pleasure exponentially.

Genma soon opened his eyes as he guided you up and down. He noticed your gaze was fixed, watching his cock disappear in and out of you. Eventually your eyes made their way back up, locking with his.

In that moment, a wave of images flashed through Genma’s eyes. He saw how you looked when you first met, how you teased him growing up, even though he only ever played along, never giving you the satisfaction of successfully messing with him. He saw your pretty smile when you and your friends went on a picnic, he spent that whole day trying not to let it slip that he was absolutely enamored by the beauty you exuded in your sundress. He thought of the way you laughed loudly when you were high, not caring about anything else. He saw the bittersweet expression you gave him the day you told him that you were going to transfer to the academy, no longer joining him on missions. He even saw memories of things that never happened. He saw you on your wedding day as you walked down the aisle towards him, he saw you pregnant with his baby, and he saw you surrounded by your shared children.

Genma was absolutely in love with you. He wanted to be the man you chose to spend your life with, but right now he didn’t have a life to give you. It hurt, the idea of you settling down with someone else, but he couldn’t hold you back for his own selfish reasons. He had to let you fly free and make your own choices, it wouldn't be fair to prevent you from building a family now by making you wait for him.

His face wasn’t showing the complex emotions he was feeling, it just conveyed the pleasure of great sex. Genma couldn't help but pull you flush against him again. If he couldn't have you forever, if this was his only chance, he needed to feel all of you right now.

You were mewling and whimpering against him, pussy tightening as he thrust up into you. He felt so amazing and you couldn't get enough.

Genma began peppering kisses against you, against your face, your neck, your shoulder. He then brought a hand between you and started rubbing circles around your clit again.

You were practically sobbing against him as you bounced on his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last long either. Your name escaped his mouth, and his escaped yours. You were babbling praises and he was showering you with affection.

“Where do you want it?” he asked as he strained against you.

“Inside, Gen, please I need it inside,” you cried out.

“Are you sure? I won't do it if you aren't sure,” he choked out.

“Yes Genma- please, I need it, I trust you,” you responded.

His heart fluttered at the sound.

The feeling of him inside of you and the pressure he was putting on your clit was too much, you were about to cum. You could tell that he was about to as well.

You screamed out as your orgasm hit you, his hitting at the same time. He pulled your body as tightly against him as possible as he milked himself into you, letting out a mixture of praises, expletives, and your name.

He couldn't remember the last time he came this hard, and neither could you.

As you came down from your shared high, your heartbeats slowed and your bodies relaxed. He hugged you and rubbed soothing circles on your back.

He wanted to tell you he loved you, but he knew he couldn't. He knew saying it would come with expectations, expectations he couldn't meet. The last thing he wanted to do was break your heart and hold you back from your dreams.

You leaned back, pulling Genma in for another deep kiss, his cock still buried inside you. This kiss was gentle, it wasn't a kiss of lust, but one of pure love.

He melted into you, smiling.

“Genma, thank you, thank you for taking care of me,” you praised. You wanted to tell him you loved him, but you knew it would only put a pressure on him that he didn't need. You really had always loved him, but you never acted on it. You knew he would always be just out of reach.

Eventually, you began to get up, smiling at him as you pulled off. You found your panties and pulled them on, along with your shirt. Once you were slightly decent, you walked over to his bathroom to go take your post-sex pee and freshen up.

As the bathroom door closed, he got up and found his briefs, pulling them on. He picked up the ashtray with the half smoked joint and put it on his desk, he also cleared away both of your discarded water cups.

He was undeniably tired, the late hour mixed with the weed was starting to hit him. So, he crawled into his bed.

After a few minutes, you walked out of the bathroom and saw him in his bed, pressed up next to the wall. He left his covers folded over, inviting you to get in.

“Come here,” he smiled, “ I’m not gonna make you walk home at this hour, especially not in the state you’re in.”

Your face lit up with joy and you ran over to crawl into the bed with him, settling with your head against his chest, his arm wrapped around you. You both breathed in a slow, steady rhythm, quickly drifting off to sleep.

You woke up with sunlight filtering through the gaps in Genma’s closed blinds. For a moment, you forgot where you were, but you quickly remembered. You were engulfed by Genma’s scent, his heart was beating under your ear, and his arm was still wrapped around you. You smiled to yourself as you blinked away the sleep.

You slowly angled your head up to look at him and his eyes met yours, he was already awake. He smiled at you with pure adoration.

Looking at you waking up next to him, Genma swore to himself that if you still weren't married by the time he was ready to settle down, he would do it himself.

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bree-peasant · 6 months ago

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One for the Ages - a Kakashi x fem!Reader fic

Chapter 5/5

(Back to Chapter 1, Chapter 4)

Author's note: Thank you guys for following this series! Although this is the last chapter, I have more ideas for these two, so might revisit in the future. In the meantime, if anyone has any requests, I'd be excited to try prompt writing! I hope you enjoy the ending, happy reading! <3

Word count: 2.4k

Summary (from part 1): A new shinobi joins the Konoha ranks and Kakashi finds himself inexplicably drawn to her. Gai also appears in this one!

Warnings: none in this chapter!

Enjoy! ♡

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Kakashi had tried his best to put Y/N out of his mind throughout the day, but the thought kept pestering him. He kept imagining her laugh, throwing her head back at something Genma said, and he would almost see red at the thought of it. Even worse, the idea of the two of them hooking up, would send him spiralling. As the evening drew nearer, he selfishly decided he needed to intervene.

He felt so guilty spying on them, as they stumbled towards her flat, but more than anything, he was annoyed at the fact that she'd invited him back. Deep down he knew how unfair and irrational his actions were, but he just couldn't stop himself from pressing further.

He hadn't even dropped his book the previous night. He just needed an excuse to interrupt their evening. Kakashi had used a substitution jutsu on a random box he'd found hiding under her bed, in support of his alibi. Despite his shame at how low he had stooped, part of him felt a sense of satisfaction from stepping in and showing the other jōnin who's territory this was. Then again, he had no right to claim Y/N as his own.

Burdened by these contradicting thoughts, Kakashi fled to his usual haunt - the park bench, where he'd bumped into her all those nights ago.

Back at her flat, Y/N sat down heavily. Although feeling mostly sober by now, her thoughts were at a disarray. She was upset by Genma's departure, she thought they had great chemistry and felt disappointed by his easy surrender. Having said that, she couldn't entirely blame the guy. Kakashi's notoriety followed him around, the awful nickname 'friend-killer' on everyone's minds when he walked passed. She wasn't afraid of him, but she could understand Genma not wanting to get on his bad side.

Oh, Kakashi. Just thinking about his antics earlier made her furious. What was he playing at, storming in there like that, pretending he'd spent the night with her. The more she played the scene over in her head, the more riled up she became. His nonchalant tone and sarcastic manners burned inside her mind's eye. He must've done it on purpose. But for what reason?!

Starting to feel herself go crazy, Y/N decided that she needed to confront the gray-haired trickster. And she knew exactly where to find him.

Unsurprisingly, he was in the park as if expecting her. She stormed towards him, unconcerned by the late hour.

"What the hell was that back there?" She demanded, letting her anger loose on him.

"I don't know what you mean." Kakashi acted casual, not looking up from his book.

"Oh please! You and I both know you have a million copies of that book, stashed in your house. This was deliberate!"

"I take it he's left, seeing as you're here, shouting at me."

"I'm not..." she had to consciously lower her voice. "I'm not shouting at you. And yes, what did you expect after that scene you caused. How did you even know he was there?!"

"I hear things." His sarcasm was infuriating.

"Why, Kakashi? What could you have possibly had to gain from embarrassing me like that?"

"Well, if you must know, Genma's a notorious playboy. I didn't think he was good enough for you." He replied, trying to convince himself as much as her that this had been his motivation.

She was astounded by his audacity. Recovering her composure, she spat back at him:

"Frankly, that's none of your business!"

"As your friend, I thought it my duty to intervene and..."

"No!" She cut him off, losing her nerve entirely. "You lost any authority over my lovelife the second you refused to be the focus of it." Her voice was no longer angry, but riddled with sorrow. Refusing to let herself fall apart in front of him, Y/N turned around and ran back to her flat, leaving a guilt-riddled Kakashi behind.

"Oh, boy...what have I done." He sighed into the night.

His earlier satisfaction from achieving his goal had completely disappeared, substituted by shame and regret. He'd recognised the hurt in her voice, forcing him to realise how he'd toyed with her tonight. He put his head in his hands in desperation.

One thing remained unclear to him; why had he done it? He'd acted almost impulsively, refusing to acknowledge a simple truth. Whether he wanted to or not, he was finally faced with an answer - he'd been jealous. Of course, he knew he had feelings for her, but he'd tried so hard to repress them for fear of losing her like so many before, that he'd hardly acknowledged them. And now... In his ignorance, he'd acted foolishly and threatened to lose her anyway.

"I have to fix this." He said to himself, still unsure of his next move.

Over the next few days, the rookie genin teams competed in the preliminary round of the chunin exam, where their numbers were significantly depleted. The remaining kids would go on to face each other in the finals, a month later. The Hokage called an assembly of all chunin and jōnin of the village.

"As you all know, many influential lords and politicians will be joining us during the final stage of the chunin exam. We need to showcase not only our village's strength, but our financial merits as well." The Hokage spoke.

"This is why, we are hosting an event to gain new investors, who will support our shinobi training program. It'll be held in one week, and I have personally invited some of the wealthiest merchants and title holders. I expect you all to attend and work towards charming our guests."

Great, Y/N thought, she only had a month to prepare Shino for the final matches, and now this.

None of the attendees seemed particularly pleased by the news, but one look at the Hokage's stern expression, and they all knew they had to do what was expected of them.

Leaving the meeting auditorium, it was Kakashi's turn to pull Y/N aside.

"Can we talk?" He said. Seeing her reluctance, he added a please at the end of his question.

She sighed and led him to a corner in the hallway, where it was quiet. They hadn't spoken to each other since that awful argument, but it still felt as fresh as the night it happened.

"Y/N, you have to know how sorry I am. I acted stupidly and things got out of control. I never meant to hurt you, truly." Kakashi looked genuinely remorseful as he spoke.

She'd planned on staying mad at him, but his sincerity cracked her stern exterior. There was no point in denying it, she had a soft spot for him, and she would forgive anything. But things couldn't go on like this.

She took a deep breath, letting her guard down.

"I want to be your friend, Kakashi, I really do. But I think we should stop with the late nights and surprise visits...both of us." She trailed off, avoiding his eye. She knew he'd be disappointed, upset even. She knew it, because her own heart was breaking as she spoke.

"We've gotten ourselves so emotionally intertwined, I think we can't lay any boundaries anymore."

He didn't interrupted her, didn't argue. How could he, when what she was saying was the truth.

"We can be friendly around each other... just not in the way we have been so far." She concluded.

Kakashi nodded silently. They remained in place for a moment.

"If that is what you want." He finally spoke, then promptly turned around and walked away.

Y/N sighed. What she had wanted was to be with him, but he'd taken that possibility away. Now it seemed they were both hurting.

The following week passed quickly. Between training with Shino and her other jōnin duties, Y/N had hardly any time to dwell on her recent personal drama, and she was glad for it. Only at night, when sleep would undoubtedly evade her, she desperately wished to see him, fighting the urge to seek him out with all her strength.

"It'll get easier." She kept telling herself, never fully believing it.

Kakashi applied himself vigorously to training Sasuke, even teaching him the chidori. He was somber and quiet the rest of the time, which wasn't unusual for the typically withdrawn copy-ninja, or at least so it seemed on the outside. In truth, he was suffering at the loss of Y/N more than he wanted to admit.

He would roam around the village at night, hoping to bump into her, if even for a second, then quickly hiding at the faintest of sounds, ashamed of his actions. He wanted to respect her wishes, yet his heart ached more and more with each day he kept away. He was beginning to realise that the most foolish thing he had done, was deny his feelings for her. He'd shown her everything, up to his rotten core, and she hadn't looked away. Kakashi loved her for that. Kakashi loved her. But wasn't it too late?

The investor event came along. It was to be held in the assembly halls, with live music, drinks and dancing. Although not entirely willing, the village shinobi put on their best clothes and their brightest smiles, to fulfil their duties for their homeland. Even if those duties were to charm the wealthy businessmen and women, whose money they needed.

Y/N wore her best yukata to the event, her hair neatly pinned back and with flowers tucked in it. As she walked into the brightly lit room, she was met by a dazzling Gai.

"Y/N, you're a vision of spring and beauty!" He said, taking her hand in his. "With your good looks and mine, we're sure to get some hearts racing tonight! And some money in our pockets" He whispered the last statement and winked at her.

She giggled at his usual flamboyance and allowed him to lead her away towards some guests. She was listening to a boring conversation between two merchants and politely smiling along, when she spotted Kakashi walking in. He wore a dark grey hakama over his kimono, which made him stand out in the crowd. Her first thought was how handsome he looked, but she quickly scolded herself over it and instead motioned a wave, when he looked her way. To her surprise, Kakashi didn't respond, but quickly ducked and disappeared amongst the pool of people. She wondered if he maybe hadn't seen her.

As the night began unfolding, music started playing and couples came out on the dance floor. Suddenly, Y/N found herself swarmed with suitors, asking her to dance one after the other. Bound to her duty, she obliged the guests, but every time one of them spun her around, her eyes would seek out Kakashi. And without a doubt, every time her gaze fell upon his, he'd turn away.

A group dance was organised, where couples would join in and switch partners at different intervals. An older gentleman, who traded with ships (or so she was told) asked her to dance. She smiled sweetly and offered him her hand, despite feeling exhausted by this point. At least she'd stumbled upon a good dancer, as he expertly led and twirled her around.

Upon switching partners, she was pulled in by a familiar embrace. Kakashi held her tight, as he maneuvered them both swiftly along the dancefloor.

"He dances." She said, feigning surprise.

"Well, when the Hokage's wife drags you out, it's hard to refuse." Kakashi let out a slight chuckle.

She scoffed at that, the cheerful glint in her eyes betraying her true feelings. It was a relief to see him smile again.

"You've been avoiding me tonight." She said matter-of-factly.

Kakashi cleared his throat.

"I'm surprised you noticed with all the men throwing themselves at you." His voice sarcastic, yet strained.

"Does it bother you?" Her eyes widened in curiosity. She couldn't help but push on.

"Of course it bothers me." His sincerity surprised her. Usually with him, it was all cloak and dagger, so why the sudden reveal? She felt the familiar feelings of confusion and hurt rising up in her.

"You must know by now that none of that matters to me." She whispered, loosing the grip on her emotions somewhat.

"And why not?" His gaze intensely focused on her expression, trying to read it.

"Kakashi..." She hesitated.

"I want to hear you say it." He pressed further leaning into her ear, his voice just above a whisper.

Sensing the exhaustion take over, she felt like she was going to crack. It was too much, being so close to him, wondering if he was toying with her again.

"I... I can't do this!" Y/N pulled away from him, running towards the entrance. A few heads turned to look at Kakashi, eyes filled with curiosity. Kurenai ran over to him.

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"I better go and check on her." The female jōnin looked concerned.

"No, don't. I'll go after her." He interjected, leaving the dance floor.

Once outside, he spotted her walking away in rushed steps.

"Y/N, wait!" He called after her, running to shorten the distance between them.

She stopped and turned towards him. When he reached her, he could see tears gleaming in the corner of her eyes.

"Wait for what, Kakashi? I can't keeping doing this with you. This back and forth, this game..." She trailed off, her voice shaky.

Kakashi reached his hand and gently wiped her wet cheek.

"Y/N, I've been a fool." Was the only thing he managed to say.

"What on earth do you mean?" She was still angry with him, an anger born out of hurt.

"Denying what my heart has been aching for, this whole time." His palm rested on her cheek, the way hers once had, when he'd shown her the sharingan.

The sorrow in her eyes turned to surprise, then to hope. She leaned into his hand, taking a step closer to him.

"And what is it that you've been aching for?" She asked softly.

Kakashi sighed.

"You know."

"I want to hear you say it." She echoed his words from earlier.

He watched her for a moment, taking in her beautiful, tear-stained face.

"You."

At those words, she closed the remaining distance between them, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Weaving her arms around his neck, his own wrapping around her waist, their bodies intertwined as their lips devoured each other. When they finally pulled back to take a deep breath, they were both smiling widely.

"Take me home, Kakashi." She whispered.

He took her hand in his and led her back, both hearts soaring at the feeling of surrender.

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Glitch | k.h. | 5

Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff. Student's POV.

Author's Note: This is cute as fuck. Also, I'm a sucker for the team's sneaking around spying on their teachers.

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One Month Following Their Decision...

“I think she and Kakashi-sensei are dating,” Sori announced one day, a month or so after their teacher and her “friend” started spending more time together than usual.

Ayato rolled her eyes as she rewrapped her hands. “Sori, there’s no way they’re dating. You’ve heard her complain about Genma asking her out all the time. She doesn’t have time.”

Tashiro nodded in agreement, whittling away at a stick he was sharpening. But Sori shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “Kakashi-sensei is always hanging out with us now though! Why else would he do that if they aren’t dating?”

“Maybe because two of his team members left the village and the other is training with the hokage?” Tashiro offered as an explanation, not looking up from his task at hand. “I bet Kakashi’s bored and she feels bad for him.”

“You really think she pities the Copy Ninja?” Sori questioned, brow raised. Both ninjas shrugged indifferently, returning to their tasks. Sory huffed in frustration, throwing his hands in the air.

“If you really think they’re dating, then go follow her around,” Tashiro suggested, though he had a sly grin on his face. Ayato elbowed him, giving him a pointed and knowing look: he was trying to instigate. He was always trying to instigate.

And Sori always fell for it.

“That’s a genius idea, Tashi!” He exclaimed excitedly, pointing at his teammate. “We can practice our reconnaissance skills –sensei is always complaining about how bad we are at being stealthy. She can’t be mad if we’re practicing.”

“Sori, that’s a terrible idea,” Ayato argued, shaking her head. “She’ll be mad because we’re prying into her personal life –and have you met Kakashi-sensei? He’s like the epitome of private! We don’t even know what he looks like!”

“Do you think she’s seen his face?” Tashiro inquired, and Ayato glared at him.

“Stop it, Tashi.”

“It’s a fair question, I think,” Tashiro countered, finally looking up at them. “I’m in.”

“C’mon, Ayato! It’ll be fun. And you know you’re curious.”

Their conversation continued in the secluded corner of the training grounds, hidden from the prying eyes and ears of the village. The trio of young ninjas had developed a close bond during their time as Kakashi's students, and now, with their beloved sensei's behavior piquing their curiosity, they couldn't resist the urge to investigate further. Sori's excitement was palpable, and Tashiro's mischievous grin only grew wider.

Ayato sighed in resignation, realizing that there was no stopping their impulsive plan now. With a resigned shake of her head, she agreed, "Fine, but we need a plan. And if we get caught, you better have a good excuse."

Tashiro eagerly leaned in, taking charge of the planning. "We'll split up, each of us tailing one of them separately. We won't get too close, just enough to observe. If anything seems...intimate, we back off. Agreed?"

Sori and Ayato nodded reluctantly, recognizing the importance of discretion in this mission. The prospect of seeing Kakashi-sensei's face was an added incentive, but the risk of being caught and reprimanded by their sensei was enough to be worried. She was scary when she was mad; more so when she was mad at them.

The next day, they put their plan into action, keeping a careful eye on their two teachers. Sori followed Kakashi as he made his way through the village, feeling the weight of responsibility mixed with the thrill of espionage. Ayato and Tashiro took positions to follow her, discreetly observing her without attracting attention. It was their day off from training; she had told the three to take a break and relax before they were sent on their next mission. It was a shame she had no idea they were on their own mission.

The hours passed, and the trio's stealth skills were put to the test as they moved silently through the village. When they met up –when Kakashi and her ended up at a dumpling stand to eat –the three hid out together to share their observations. Despite the secrecy of their mission, the observation turned into a strange mixture of suspense and amusement, especially as they realized the lengths Kakashi went to in order to maintain his indifferent image. He wore his mask even during their private moments, leaving the true nature of his expressions a mystery. It was hard to determine just what the two jonin were talking about, or how he was looking at her with the mask on. It was clear she was giving him looks, but the team had definitely picked up on her crush on Kakashi long ago.

As the day unfolded, their curiosity only deepened. They watched as Kakashi and their sensei laughed together, shared meals, and engaged in quiet conversations. It was evident that there was a strong connection between the two, but they always seemed that way. There wasn’t really that big of a change between the two. They ate together, they talked together. She touched him a little more than they remembered, but none of them thought that was anything important. He wasn’t touching her back, so it could be that she was still crushing on the Copy Ninja.

Now they just needed to know if Kakashi had returned those feelings.

“What the hell are you three up to?”

The team suddenly turned around, seeing Lady Tsunade standing with her hands on her hips. Sakura and Shizune were trailing behind her, both carrying stacks of books and paperwork. The three genin panicked, all stammering and trying to come up with an excuse as to why they were spying on their sensei.

Luckily, Sakura saved them. “They’re definitely dating. Kakashi-sensei gets so flustered when he’s around her.”

But Shizune shook her head. “I think you guys are projecting; both of them have lost a lot. Just because they spend time together doesn’t mean they’re dating.”

Tsunade snorted, however. “Please. Look at them.”

The five shinobi turned their attention back to the two jonin who sat on a bench next to each other, enjoying their meal. If the two had noticed they were being spied on, they didn’t make any indication of it. To the untrained eye, nothing they were doing was any different than how they usually were. Kakashi had finished his meal disturbingly quick, hiding behind his mask again. She was half turned, leg crossed under her, as she looked up at him. They weren’t sitting particularly close to one another, nor were they really touching. Kakashi seemed a little tense, but he usually did lately.

“I…am not seeing what you’re seeing, Lady Tsunade,” Sori admitted, squinting his eyes at the two.

“Just you wait,” she ordered, narrowing her eyes with a smirk on her face. Shizune rolled her eyes; the hokage obviously knew more than she was letting on.

The team continued to watch, their curiosity piqued by Lady Tsunade's confidence. As they observed, Kakashi reached into his pocket and pulled out a woven bracelet –nothing terribly exciting, really, to anyone watching. But as she held up her wrist for him to place it on her, he had a small, subtle smile behind his mask, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that only appeared when he was genuinely pleased. She accepted with a soft grin, her eyes lighting up with gratitude. It was a simple exchange, but the genuine warmth between them was undeniable.

Tsunade raised an eyebrow triumphantly, grinning as she crossed her arms over her chest. "See? You pay attention to the little things," she said, her voice low as if she were sharing a secret. "The little things speak volumes. It's in the way he looks at her, even with that stupid mask on. And it’s the way she lights up when she’s looking at him. That is how you know.”

Ayato and Sakura both looked enamored by the whole thing, blushing excitedly at how sweet Kakashi seemed to be towards her. Shizune was rolling her eyes with a knowing grin, pushing Tsunade and Sakura back towards the hokage’s tower. Sori whooped with excitement, yelling about how he knew it! They were dating! Tashiro just shrugged indifferently, though he was grinning too.

Sori’s exclamation, however, drew the attention of the two jonin. Sakura’s eyes widened before she spun on her heel and took off with Shizune and Tsunade, not wanting to get into trouble. Ayato hit Sori in horror, turning to run off as well but their sensei appeared before them, hands on her hips.

“And what do you think you three are doing?” She demanded, brow raised.

Kakashi sauntered over with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a book. “I think they were spying on us.”

“You two are dating!” Sori accused, pointing between the two, trying to steer the trouble away from his team.

She and Kakashi exchanged appraising looks. Then Kakashi shrugged.

“I didn’t think it was a secret,” he explained simply, returning his attention to his book.

“Did you guys think he just hung out with us at training because he was bored?”

Team 12 stammered again, and Sori blanched as he considered his answer.

“At least you practiced being quiet today,” she hummed, turning on her heel to walk away now. Kakashi started after her. “Next time, don’t scream about it.”

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“Sorry about them,” she sighed when they returned to her apartment.

Kakashi shrugged halfheartedly, slipping his sandals off at the door. “It was bound to happen eventually.”

“It’s definitely your fault,” she teased as she fell back onto her couch and closed her eyes.

He raised a brow, looking down at her with a narrowed eye, sitting on the floor by her head. “And how is it my fault?”

“You decided to be cute and give me a gift in public,” she reminded him, bringing her wrist to her chest to touch the bracelet.

Kakashi took her hand, holding it up to his to look over the bracelet he had given her. “I’m glad you like it. Tsunade helped pick it out; I’m not great at gifts.”

“It’s not your fault then, it’s hers!”

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floorbe · 6 months ago

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Danganronpa V3 Masterlist 1

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta, Ryoma, and Ultimate Imposer having a S/O being allergic to cats but having 5 of them

Gonta cuddling headcanons

V3 boys with a reader who’s unsettled by Kokichi

Gonta giving reader a piggyback ride

Makoto, Togami, Shuichi, and Gonta and reader finding out their child is in a killing game headcanons

Gonta boyfriend headcanons

Gonta with reader who is terrified of spiders and flying bugs

Gonta comforts reader who got in an argument w their ab/sive parents

V3 boys comforting reader after they almost get killed and letting them stay in their room for the night headcanons

Mondo, Leon, Gonta, and Fuyuhiko finding out reader is getting bullied headcanons

Ryoma and Gonta x Ultimate Librarian!reader who’s quiet but takes no shit headcanons

daganroopa characters react to u shitting ur pants

K1-B0

K1-B0, Nagito, Gundham, and Celeste with Male!Reader who has nightmares

Nagito, Gundham, Keebo, and Celeste adopting a pet with Male!Reader

V3 boys with a reader who’s unsettled by Kokichi

K1-B0 trying to figure out what a bathroom is for and reader walking in on him

K1-B0 gets an upgrade to heat up his body so reader can cuddle with him

Shuichi, Kaito, Keebo, and Rantaro reacting to hearing their selectively mute s/o say “I love you” for the first time

V3 boys comforting reader after they almost get killed and letting them stay in their room for the night headcanons

K/nktober Day 26: C0ckwarming with K1-B0 and Genma Shiranui

Kaede Akamatsu

Chiaki, Kaede, and Ibuki with an Ultimate Voice Actor/Actress!S/O

Tsumugi, Aoi, Chiaki, Akane, and Kaede mutual m*sturbation with male!reader headcanons

Kaede bathing with fem!reader headcanons

Kaede, Tsumugi, Kirumi, Mahiru, and Kyoko sharing a bed with reader headcanons

Kaito, Shuichi, Ryoma, and Kaede with reader who’s uncomfortable with Miu’s comments headcanons

Kaede kissing headcanons

K/nktober Day 15: Body worship with Kaede Akamatsu and Gaara

Asahina, Chiaki, Tsumugi, Sonia, Kaede, and Celeste having a nude cuddling session with male!reader headcanons

Kaito Momota

Kaito and insecure!fem!reader headcanons

Kaito and reader taking a bath together SFW and NSFW headcanons

Kaito w a fem!S/O who playfully calls him “luminary of the fart”

Mondo, Kiyotaka, Kaito, Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Korekiyo being walked in on jerking off moaning reader’s name headcanons

V3 boys with a reader who’s unsettled by Kokichi

Mondo, Kiyotaka, Kaito, Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Korekiyo walking in on fem!reader getting off while moaning their name

Kiyotaka, Kaito, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, and Sakura reacting to reader having a comfort blanket

Kaito, Kiyotaka, Mondo, Gundham Hajime, and Fuyuhiko having to wear a maid dress after losing a bet to reader

Kaito comforting anxious reader and agreeing to train them

Shuichi, Kaito, Korekiyo, and Rantaro walking in on reader putting on makeup

Kaito with reader who used to idolize him

Kaito, Shuichi, Ryoma, and Kaede with reader who’s uncomfortable with Miu’s comments headcanons

Kaito kabedons reader

Kaito, Byakuya, and Sakura with short reader headcanons

Kaito, Korekiyo, and Rantaro mutual mast*rbation headcanons

Kaito, Kiyotaka, Mondo, and Byakuya quarantining with reader headcanons

Kaito shower s/x

Kaito cuddling headcanons

Werewolf!Kaito x reader headcanons

Shuichi, Kaito, Keebo, and Rantaro reacting to hearing their selectively mute s/o say “I love you” for the first time

V3 boys comforting reader after they almost get killed and letting them stay in their room for the night headcanons

Shuichi and Kaito with reader who’s cuddly in their sleep headcanons

Kaito falling for and dating Ultimate String Musician!Reader headcanons

K/nktober Day 12: D*ddy kink with Kaito Momota and Shino Aburame

K/nktober Day 19: Threes0me with Kaito Momota + Shuichi Saihara and Kakashi Hatake + Obito Uchiha

Kaito, Korekiyo, Shuichi, Mondo, and Taka w shy!reader giving them a bl0wjob for the first time headcanons

Kaito, Kiyotaka, Korekiyo, Shuichi, Sakura, and Mondo cuddling nude w reader sfw headcanons

Kaito, Kiyotaka, Mondo, and Korekiyo giving reader a full body massage headcanons

Kaito, Kiyotaka, Fuyuhiko, and Mondo with Ultimate Meteorologist!reader who specializes in severe weather headcanons

Kirumi Tojo

Kaede, Tsumugi, Kirumi, Mahiru, and Kyoko sharing a bed with reader headcanons

Nagito, Gundham, Sonia, and Kirumi x reader who has a pink toe tarantula

Korekiyo Shinguji

Mondo, Kiyotaka, Kaito, Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Korekiyo being walked in on jerking off moaning reader’s name headcanons

Togami, Korekiyo, and Hajime finding out that reader listens to Vocaloids

V3 boys with a reader who’s unsettled by Kokichi

Mondo, Kiyotaka, Kaito, Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Korekiyo walking in on fem!reader getting off while moaning their name

Reader brushing Korekiyo’s hair

Shuichi, Kaito, Korekiyo, and Rantaro walking in on reader putting on makeup

Korekiyo, Gundham, and Toko with reader who repeats themselves to make sure they said something headcanons

Kiyotaka, Mondo, Kazuichi, Korekiyo, and Fuyuhiko’s reactions to having a wet dream about reader

Korekiyo with reader who’s inspired by him to take an anthropology class

Kaito, Korekiyo, and Rantaro mutual mast*rbation headcanons

Korekiyo noticing his crush observing him

V3 boys comforting reader after they almost get killed and letting them stay in their room for the night headcanons

K/nktober Day 30: B0ndage with Korekiyo Shinguji and Kakuzu

Naga!Korekiyo x reader headcanons

Korekiyo and fem!reader sfw and n*sw bath headcanons

Kaito, Korekiyo, Shuichi, Mondo, and Taka w shy!reader giving them a bl0wjob for the first time headcanons

Kaito, Kiyotaka, Korekiyo, Shuichi, Sakura, and Mondo cuddling nude w reader sfw headcanons

Kaito, Kiyotaka, Mondo, and Korekiyo giving reader a full body massage headcanons

Kiyotaka, Mondo, and Korekiyo aftercare headcanons

Korekiyo x reader n/fw

Maki Harukawa

K/nktober: Breath Play with Maki Harukawa and Nagato Uzumaki

Rantaro Amami

Shuichi and Rantaro being walked in on jerking off moaning reader’s name headcanons

Rantaro with reader who likes to use his arm as a pillow when they sleep headcanons

Shuichi, Kaito, Korekiyo, and Rantaro walking in on reader putting on makeup

Ryoma Hoshi

Gonta, Ryoma, and Ultimate Imposter having a S/O being allergic to cats but having 5 of them

V3 boys with a reader who’s unsettled by Kokichi

Kaito, Shuichi, Ryoma, and Kaede with reader who’s uncomfortable with Miu’s comments headcanons

Shuichi Saihara

Makoto, Hajime, and Shuichi with Ultimate Bodyguard!Reader headcanons

V3 boys with a reader who’s unsettled by Kokichi

Shuichi and Rantaro being walked in on jerking off moaning reader’s name headcanons

Makoto, Togami, Shuichi, and Gonta and reader finding out their child is in a killing game headcanons

Nagito, Shuichi, Mondo, Fuyuhiko, and Gundham hearing shy!insecure!Ultimate Singer!reader sing for the first time

Shuichi, Kaito, Korekiyo, and Rantaro walking in on reader putting on makeup

Kaito, Shuichi, Ryoma, and Kaede with reader who’s uncomfortable with Miu’s comments headcanons

Tenko Chabashira

Tenko cuddling/kissing headcanons w fem!S/O

Tsumugi Shirogane

Tsumugi, Aoi, Chiaki, Akane, and Kaede mutual m*sturbation with male!reader headcanons

Kaede, Tsumugi, Kirumi, Mahiru, and Kyoko sharing a bed with reader headcanons

Multi

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #not an imagine #floorbe masterlist

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bbkissme99 · 2 years ago

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Kakashi fic work rec

F2l

his hands. F2l

Kakashi, who has been avoiding his feelings for you, has a vivid nightmare and runs to you for comfort in the middle of the night. ♡

𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖

In a Relationship...

anbu kakashi in love with a non anbu member whos still a ninja

Kakashi coming home to his s/o after a long mission headcanons

Kakashi with an s/o that sucks at cooking but tries really hard HC

Kakashi with a short s/o Headcanons

HC for Kakashi cuddling his s/o when neither of them can sleep

Dates with Kakashi / Being with him HCs

Kakashi coming home to his s/o after a long mission headcanons

Kakashi x reader [humourous] (Kakashi starting to like some of the same things as his s/o but refusing to admit it)

kakashi and itachi as husbands

boyfriend!kakashi headcanons

How Team 7 figures out Kakashi is Dating

HC for Kakashi’s s/o Kidnapped by Zabuza & Team 7 on Rescue Mission

Team 7: Kakashi imagine pt 1 in a relationship

Team 7: Kakashi imagine (pt2)

Hi! I love your writing! Can I request Kakashi and how he would propose to his long time partner?

How Kakashi, Genma, and iruka would react to reader staring at them while they're talkin

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ’ꜱ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ.

• The Morning After •

🔥

NSFW Alphabet Kakashi 🔥

• Bells and Balls •

NSFW Alphabet [Kakashi Hatake]

Alphabet Headcanons 🔥

As Close As Possible 🔥

nsfw headcanons for cockwarming Shisui?

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

Can we talk about babymaking sex with Kakashi though?

How Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, and Naruto fuck you after a long absence. W/ BONUS Jiraiya

That's What I Thought

Normal things that turn him on NSFW

baby blue dress — kakashi hatake x reader

�� YEARNING •

Can I request a noncon Kakashi x virgin! reader?

fwb

Friends with Little Benefit f2l 🔥

fwb relationship but the baka develops feelings

Series

Glitch Masterlist

Just some fluff

reader likes to cuddle things when sleeping.

Hugging Kakashi :

Kissing Kakashi :

• Under Grey Skies •

• Knitted Heartstrings •

•| Right Now Is All We Have|•

• I Love You •

• Panacea •

Tummy touches

Kakashi Fluff Alphabet

nap time

kakashi <3

Kakashi, Iruka and Gai sleeping with them

Baby boyfriend

Konoha sensei’s with a s/o that loves giving and receiving plenty of kisses and cuddles.

Care // Kakashi x fem!reader

sleeping hcs for kakashi

"Your cuteness is making everyone stare, stop it."

Fluff

Sweet || Kakashi x Reader

A Kunai is Not a Knife

idk

Akatsuki!Kakashi

Tipsy Kakashi

𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Under The Skin – Content

Knowing

Revelation

Kakashi w/ a Civilian S/O

KAKASHI ASKING YOU OUT HEADCANONS

Mutual Pining

kissing to prove there's nothing there and there definitely is

Kakashi Finding Out You Read Icha-Icha:

Kakashi Finding out you Read Icha -Icha pt 2

caught in the middle (kind of)

Spilled the beans ||Kakashi x Reader

And If I Say It's You?

Angsty

“Not Alone” - Kakashi Hatake x reader (sfw)

we meet again

"It's okay to cry."

Kakashi is torn between promise made to an old friend and one made to the love of his life..

Anbu

Alone With You (ANBU!Kakashi x Reader)

anbu kakashi in love with a non anbu member whos still a ninja

ANBU!Kakashi x f!reader

Dad!Kakashi

here

Satisfied | Kakashi Hatake x Reader |

[12:16AM] Hatake Kakashi

Pakkun knows it's time. Has felt it coming for a long while, now.

Bathe Me [Kakashi Hatake]

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h8ani · 2 years ago

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Updated Rules List

With my new updated list I’m going to be listing all the requests I’ll be accepting, what fandoms I write for and how you should go about requesting them :)

But also if you are an ageless/blank blog or a minor please do not request me, follow me or interact with me as you will be blocked. thank you.

I also write both nsfw & sfw content, I also label it on my writings I post. I don’t shy away from anything really so if you’re unsure just send me a message and I’ll clarify if I do!

Things I’ll write for: yandere, noncon/dubcon, fluff, angst, smut, age gap, stepcest, professor/student, sensei/student, spanking, choking, slapping, torture, abuse, female x male, drug use, use of sex toys, issues with eating, etc type shit

Things I won’t write for: anal, piss/shit play, boy x boy, girl x girl (I’m not super comfortable in my writing yet to write for same sex couples yet I hope you guys understand!)

Fandoms I write for:

Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Armin Arlert, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Porco Galliard

Hunter x Hunter - Chrollo, Feitan, Shalnark, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Ging, Illumi, Wing, Kite, Pokkle

Naruto - Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Minato Namikaze, Shikamaru Nara, Gaara, Neji Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Deidara, Sasori, Pain/Yahiko, Iruka Umino, Shino Aburame, Hidan, Kankuro, Sai, Genma Shiranui, Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane, Hayate Gekko

Tokyo Revengers - Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Shuji Hanma, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Tetta Kisaki, Atsushi Sendo, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Ken Ryuguji, Shinichiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Naoto Tachibana, Izana Kurokawa, Inui Seishu

Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Hideyoshi Nagachika, Uta, Ayato Kirishima, Nishio Nishiki, Koutarou Amon

Ouran Highschool Host Club - Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki Suoh, Takashi Morinozuka, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru,

Wind Breaker - Haruka Sakura, Akihiko Nirei, Kyotaro Sugashita, Hayato Suo, Mitsuki Kiryuu, Ren Kaji, Hajime Umemiya, Toma Hiragi, Choji Tomiyama, Jo Togame, Kota Sako

Haikyuu - Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Yu Nishinoya, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Keishin Ukai, Tooru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Tetsuroo Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Kentaro Kyotani, Kotaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Eita Semi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Yuji Terushima, Naoyasu Kuguri, Shinsuke Kita, Atsumu Miya, Rintaro Suna, Osamu Miya

Fruits Basket - Shigure Sohma, Kyo Sohma, Kureno Sohma, Yuki Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Hatsuharu Sohma, Momiji Sohma

Demon Slayer - Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Muichiro Tokito, Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyu Tomioka, Tengen Uzui, Obanai Iguro, Muzan Kibutsuji, Doma, Akaza

Prompt Requests/Writing Requests in general:

I will usually have a link of the prompts to request from, from the original post.

If you’d like to request something I wrote just state what content you’d like and who the character is/member he is

I default by writing in fem! reader pov so please state if you’d like gn! reader

Reaction Requests:

State the type of reaction you’d like (example: reaction of them kissing you mid argument)

For any anime reactions just state the anime, boys you’d like the reaction for

#rules #updated list #credit for border goes to benkeibear #navigation

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angelcakebunbun · 1 year ago

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rules

who i write for [characters aged up]

Star Wars

fics - Din Djarin

thirsts - Kylo Ren, Luke Skywalker

One Piece

fics - Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Red-Haired Shanks

thirsts - Buggy, Dracule Mihawk, Nami, Nico Robin, Portgas D. Ace, Kuro

Naruto

thirsts - Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, Might Guy, Neji, Tenten, Sai, Deidara, Hidan, Itachi, Kakashi, Genma, Jiraiya, Rock Lee, Iruka

Attack on Titan

thirsts - Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Connie, Jean, Hange, Levi, Erwin

feel free to send in suggestions for any of these characters. have thoughts about a character not listed? please send them! I am always open to expanding my list :)

general

minors, blank, and ageless blogs do not interact! you will be blocked.

my inbox is open, requests are not guranteed to be accepted but feel free to submit suggestions and thirsts. I am a full-time college student with a part-time job, so be aware that I may not check my inbox for several days.

I write for fem! and afab!, do not send any suggestions or thirsts for male readers. you will also see a lot of chubby!reader in my works.

posts will be tagged and contain warnings as I see fit, however not everything will always be spoiled. if you may be triggered by certain themes or material, please proceed with caution.

characters are all of consenting age, and will be aged up in some instances. if this is not okay with you, block me and move on.

NO's

for writing:

age play / ddlg, male!, amab!, piss/scat/vomit, any crazy incel or degenerate shit

for my inbox:

do not ask about my personal sex life. hate, racist, and homophobic comments will immediately get you reported and blocked. spam will be blocked.

#rules #angelcakenavi

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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I don’t knowwww what this is but I love this senbon user.

Genma x femreader

Part two here

Your feet land on the road a little ways away from the gate, jumping from the treetops and landing silently.

You’ve been gone for awhile, on a deep undercover mission that kept you away for a few years and you were ready to finally be home again.

You get to the closed gate and feel your heart skip when Genma appears in front of you

“State your name and business” he says and clicks his senbon against his teeth.

You place a hand on your hip, fingers messing with your headband around your waist as a belt as you smirk “I know I’ve been gone a while Genma, but I didn’t think I was that forgettable to you” you raise your hand and cover your heart “my heart actually hurts”

You watch the recognition enter his eyes as he smiles with the senbon in his teeth “y/n. It’s so good to see you” he says and pulls you into a hug. “You too Genma” you say into his neck, closing your eyes tight so you don’t cry.

“Sorry about the gate” he says as he closes it again behind you both “we’ve had some assassination threats” you say a soft oh and nod your head “no worries. I’m happy to be home I gotta tell you. I should find a place to stay” you scratch your neck and laugh softly “since all my things are in storage” you go to turn but he grabs your hand “can I find you later? To catch up?” You smile and nod “I’d love that”

After debriefing with the Hokage you found an inn to stay in not far from where your things were stored then you went to go buy some food and new clothes that weren’t from your mission.

You had a few bags in your hand as you walked the streets of the village, a small smile on your lips and a light heart as you familiarized yourself with your home town again.

“There you are” he says as he hops from the room of the buildings to standing next to you.

“Nice to see you again Genma” you said with a soft smile and a sparkle in your eye that make his heart race.

Even after all this time his feelings for you remain unchanged.

He takes the bags from your hands and offers you his elbow, which you take with a small laugh and a “thank you”

“Have you eaten yet?” You ask, looking up at him your chin brushing his shoulder. He smirks at the way his skin comes alive at your touch and the way his stomach fills with butterflies as you easy fall back into your old closer than just friends ways.

“No I haven’t. Where would you like to go?” You notice the way his eyes soften when he looks at you and the way his usual smirk seems more genuine. “Take me to your favorite place” you say and he laughs with a nod “you got it”

“I’m so glad this place is still here” you say as they place two bowls of pumpkin soup down on the table. “I’m pretty sure we’re still in business because of Genma here” the owner says from the back and you laugh “I bet. I’ve seen him put away a lot of pumpkin soup before” you wink at him as you blow softly across your soup to cool it down.

“Tell me about your mission” he asks as he takes another bite and you smirk “well. I guess it isn’t really classified anymore” you say and wipe your lips with a napkin

“I had to go undercover and infiltrate the growing army of rouge ninjas that were in the north” his eyes widen slightly, he’s heard stories about them and even tho they were a lesser version of the Akatsuki they were still a tough group.

“I went through the ranks until I was the right hand man of the head of the group who turned out to be a girl. She was an amazing person if she wasn’t so absolutely crazy.” You take another bite and he leans forward a little “that’s where you’ve been all these years? It makes sense as to why the missions involving them suddenly stopped” he says and scratches behind his neck

“After I made my way to the top, they were planning on wiping out the village hidden in the mist . I sent word back to the Hokage who told the Mizukage, I worked hand in hand with them to take down the entire army and now I’m here” you shrug and he’s looking at you with shocked eyes.

“What?” You ask with a laugh and he just chuckles “nothing I just.. I always just thought you’d be my cute little best friend from daycare” you laugh and run your hand through your hair

Before you can respond a member of the ANBU appears beside your table “the Hokage needs to see you both right away”

Your hands run down your face as you sigh deeply “so she survived and then escaped and is coming after me?” The Hokage nods “I’m placing Genma as your bodyguard and for now you’ll go into hiding, to one of the safe houses” you scowl, wanting to protest, to say how you can take care of yourself, but you honestly didn’t even know if it was the truth.

You nod once “yes, lord sixth”

Genma beside you tenses his jaw and nods once, he won’t lie, he’s excited to spend so much time with you, he just wishes it was with better circumstances.

“How long has it been? Since we were Chunin I think” he says as the gates close behind you

“Since we went on a mission together? Yeah since I was placed on your team because my team was all out of commission. You iced me out for the first day because you thought I was cute”

He gasps “I did not!”

You laugh and chase your head “yeah sure. So you ignored me but stared at me the entire time for the first day but then your excuse the second day was” you imitate his kid voice “I had something in my eye”

He can’t help but laugh with you, his cheeks dusting a little pink “it was true. I had something in my eye” he sticks with it and you just sigh and shake your head “yeah it was awkward 12 yr old feelings” you say back and he just scoffs, sticking to his original story.

You get to the safe house around nightfall, a small farm house on the outskirts of a smaller town that consisted of a small market and a couple shops, guessing that less than 200 people lived around here.

You flick the light switch and wait in the doorway as the lights flicker before staying on, a low light cast across a small living room with a hallway and an attached kitchen. Genma checks the house and secures it as you kick off your shoes and look through the kitchen.

“We will have to hit the market in the morning. Maybe we could go back to that ramen place we passed” you say as you meet him in the living room.

“There’s only one bedroom since were supposed to be acting as a couple, you can take the bed and I’ll take the couch” he says, twisting his senbon in his mouth and avoiding your eye as he tries to not imagine sharing a bed with you.

You laugh “that’s not fair though. How about we Rock Paper Scissors or thumb war or something else?” You can see the pink on his sheets and you’re pretty sure he’s thinking of the same thing you are, sleeping in the same bed.

“Yeah okay. Thumb war” he says with a nod, still not looking at you. He knows he could lose it easy and still give you to bed.

You cross the room to him and hold out your hand, he finally meets your eye as his finger slick with yours. His fingers were warm against your usual cold fingers and you could feel his calluses against your skin. “Ready?” You asks, eyes locked on his and a small smirk on your lips.

“Go!” You say and his longer thumb reaches for yours as you dodge it with a giggle, your left hand reaching out to hold his bicep as you dodge his thumb, he’s feigning trying to win until your thumb locks across his and for a second he forgets what he’s even doing, he’s too caught up in the way your eyes sparkle as you look at your thumb, your laughter that hasn’t changed since you were a kid. All those times you would joke together as kids and hanging out when you grew up. Meeting you again after your days in the ANBU, then seeing you again this morning, the way his heart has only beat for you his whole life.

He gasps softly when you squeal, looking up into his eyes with a grin “I win!” You say and his cheeks flush, your hand still on his arm and your fingers still locked with his, “congrats! You get the bed” he says, throat a little dry.

“Now let’s clean up and head to dinner” you say, dropping his hand. His hand feels empty without the feeling of your fingers against his but he swallows hard and shoves his hands in his pockets with a nod, pretending that your grin isn’t making his heart race.

There’s two bathrooms, one downstairs and one connected to the bedroom. You get ready in the bedroom bathroom and him in the other.

You know you’ll bathe later but for dinner you still want to look good. You’re supposed to sell that youre married to Genma so you dress like you would if you were going out with your husband.

You take off your headband and wash your face with cool water before putting on a little makeup and fixing up your hair. You change into a dark green dress that hits just above your knees. You spray a little perfume that you just bought before your mission, then head down the stairs.

You smile when you see him, sitting on the couch and twisting a kunai in his fingers as he waits.

“I have something for you” you say with a smirk as your reach the bottom of the steps.

“What is it?” He asks and stores his kunai before looking up at you and gasping softly, his eyes widening as he takes you in, his eyes slowly moving down your body before landing back on your face

He stands and walks to you “you look good” he says in a whisper and swallows hard, his cheeks blushing and warm.

“Thank you. So do you” you say and nod as you look him over, he’s changed out of anything that would give him away as a ninja. He’s wearing a dark shirt and dark pants that you realize are just a little bit fancier than you would have guessed he’d own. You look nice, like a couple that would blend in with the village.

You hold out your hand and open your palm, showing two matching rings “whataya say Genma? Will you fake marry me?” You smile softly and he takes the ring from your palm “I do” he says with a smirk and you chuckle as you slide the ring down your left hand finger.

“One more thing” you say and reach up, untying his headband and running your hand through his hair as you fix his headband hair. You hand it to him and he smiles softly “now we look like any young couple who moved to the country” he puts his headband in his bag and then held the door open to you “shall we?” He asks and you nod, taking his arm with a smile.

ꕥone month laterꕥ

You’re weeding your garden you have out front, the small sprouts bringing joy to your heart. So far they haven’t been able to find her so for now you’re still stuck here.

Genma is fixing a leak in the roof, the sound of his hammer reaching your ears as you wipe your dirty hands on your apron. You place the weeds in the compost pile at the back edge of the yard as Genma climbs down the ladder.

“All fixed?” You ask with a smile, your sundress flowing against your legs in the breeze and he feels his heart hammer against his ribs. You looked like the prettiest housewife he could almost picture this being his real life.

“All fixed” he says with a grin, a spare nail still in his teeth instead of his usual senbon. He had sweat lining his forehead and his hair tied back in a low bun, his face looks a little sun kissed and you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to imagining him as your househusband.

Your cheeks feel warm and you wipe your hands on your apron again before taking it off and walking up to him, folding it and using a clean space to dab his forehead “let’s go inside, I’ll make something light for lunch” he clears his throat, grateful for the sunburn on his cheeks that he knows won’t show his blush. “Sounds good” he says with a semi strained voice, trying not to show how flustered you made him.

That evening, after dinner and bathing, you head downstairs to find Genma but pause when he’s nowhere to be found.

You find the door open but before heading out you grab his sweatshirt he had over the side of the couch and throw it over your head.

You take a few steps off the porch and hear a soft whistle, pulling your attention to the roof. You feel your heart skip when you turn and spot him laying against the roof, the moonlight glistening off his usual senbon he still used at the house.

You appear beside him and sit down, pulling your knees up to your chest and tucking them inside your sweatshirt.

“Isn’t it funny that we went from being apart for years to being thrown together for who knows how long?” His voice was a whisper but it felt loud because of how alone and quiet you where on this little farm.

“I’m sorry you got dragged into this. You probably have a girlfriend back at the village who’s gonna hate me when we get back” you say as you rest your forehead on your knees

Yes you’ve lived together for a month but you haven’t brought up relationships because then you’d have to admit the feelings you had for him.

He laughs and leans up, his elbows around his knees “no ones gonna hate you” he says and you meet his eye

“So then she’s really nice? That’s good. I always hoped you’d end up with someone nice” your voice was strained and he tilts his head, his tongue turning the senbon

“No” he says and you raise your eyebrows “so she’s mean? I didn’t expect you to be ..” he cuts you off with a laugh “no I mean.. no she”

Your eyes widen a little then you laugh “ohhh so you have a boyfriend. Well if you’re happy that’s..” he groans and falls back, his arms above his head exasperated.

He takes his senbon from his mouth and then lays his arm back down, looking up at the stars as he says in a monotone voice “I’m sorry I should have made it more clear. I’m not dating anyone”

You feel your cheeks heat up as your soul fills to the brim with embarrassment. “Oh”

You wait until your face cools off before you lean back and look up at the sky with him. You look up at the stars for just a moment before you decide to make a move and adjust your body, scooting up to lay your head against his arm.

“I’m glad” you whisper and pause for a moment “that no one is going to hate me when we get back”

You were glad he wasn’t dating anyone. Glad that he was single and that your feelings have an option to be reciprocated.

His heart was racing in his throat, his fingers holding his senbon in a vice grip as your hair tickles the skin on his arm.

Over this last month all of his feelings from childhood had returned with a vengeance. He thought that maybe they were the same feelings but as the days progressed he’s learned how much stronger they have become for you. How he’s been desperately yearning to kiss you every night here.

The way your hair is crazy in the mornings, the way you yawn and rub your eyes as you drink coffee, the way your eyes sparkle in the sun as you work in the yard, these little sides of you that he feels lucky to be witnessing.

He loves the way the house smells like your shampoo after you bathe, the way you laugh at his jokes even if they aren’t very funny but your laughs are always genuine.

The way you hold his hand and kiss his cheek when you go to town makes his heart race every time, he won’t ever get used to the feeling. He’s a ninja but how hard he’s tried to dig out all his feelings and do away with them, he can never seem to do it. You’ll give him one of those looks where he feels like he’d do anything for you, your smile and the way your eyes soften when they see him, and he can’t do it. He knows this is an act but he can’t help but wish it was real.

“Y/n I need to tell you something” he says and as you turn to look up at him, you sense chakra. He’s caught it just a moment before you and he’s pulling you to his chest, throwing his senbon. the sound of it hitting a kunai making your palms sweat as you quickly get your shit together.

“It’s her” you say and then she appears on the ground, looking up at you both with her hands out and a smile.

“I’m just here to talk” she says and you feel a chill down your spine “you don’t talk, Mina! We both know that” you shout back and she just laughs.

Genma goes to attack and you watch as it goes in slow motion, one moment he’s throwing a kunai and flying through the air, the next he’s pinned to the ground by another Ninja who was hidden in the ground, popping up from your garden and holding him fast. A little part of your heart twinges with sadness for your baby garden.

You move into the defensive, not knowing what to do next since you didn’t have any weapons with you expect for your jutsu. You didn’t what to do, Genma was trapped and you had to fight her with no weapons and who knows how many people she had in hiding.

“I’m seriously here to talk so you can come down now” she says with an excited lilt “don’t do it!” Genma shouts but it’s cut off by the sound of his agonized groaning “i think you should do it!” She sings and you don’t hesitate in jumping to the ground and walking through the dirt path towards her

“Take me and let him go” you say and she laughs hard, wiping away tears, “how about I kill you first and make him watch” she says and then immediately throws a handful of Kunai your way.

You gasp and dodge them easily, not seeing her move through the dark and and cutting your arm with the kunai in his hand.

“The ritual is compete” she says with an insane laugh and you feel your body become frozen, paralyzed.

Your eyes look to her and notice how her skin has changed to black, covered in white symbols where bones would be. “She’s like Hidan” Genma says in shock as you watch her cackle in front of you, her arms out wide with the kunai still in her hand.

“Do you know how much trouble I went through to find you?” She asks and then brings the Kunai down into her thigh making you gasp when your thigh starts to bleed from the deep slice.

“Don’t worry tho, I’ll make sure to miss all your vital spots until we’re done talking”

Your heart is pounding with fear. There isn’t much you can do right now, you know you can’t get out of this and Genma is detained. You’re going to die.

“I’m sorry Mina” you say between deep gasps of air through the pain “I was just following orders”

She cackles and you can feel her hatred coming form her in waves. The Kunai comes to her neck and you watch blood trickle down the side of her skin before you even felt it start to run down your own.

You gasp when she slowly pushes the knife deeper, the wound in your neck flowing more. “Maybe I’m done talking now” she whispers out and goes eerily quiet as she stares at the blood coming from your neck.

“No.. stop!” Genma is fighting against the other ninja, struggling but not getting anywhere.

“Genma” you whisper out but he stills when he hears your voice “it’ll be okay” you say, feeling your eyes sting but refusing to cry in front of her.

“Mina just go. Why are you doing this? You could run. You could go live the life you’ve always wanted and hoped for. The little farm you told me about. You can go do that you have been given this chance you don’t need to use it for revenge. You can be happy”

“Shut up!” She shouts at you, her eyes overflowing with tears

“I wanted that life with you!” she says through gritted teeth and you gasp softly, your heart racing. You never knew that’s how she felt for you.

“But if I can’t have you” she says, eyes wide and crazy, the tears suddenly stopping and turning to crazy chuckles “then no one can” she finishes her sentence in a quiet calm voice that’s even more eerily sounding than her laughter.

She raises her arm back and then screams as she brings it down to her throat with all the force she can muster! Your eyes widen in shock and you gasp, expecting to have it be your final moment but feeling relief flood your body when you hear the words from Shikamaru in the dark “shadow possession, complete”

Turns out Shikamaru and a few ANBU had been tracking her for a week. They would have caught her sooner but Kiba was on a different mission and couldn’t help.

The fight was quick after that, you don’t really remember most of it. Once Genma was free he was by your side and holding gauze to your leg while you held one to your neck.

“Thank you” you whisper to him as you sit in the dirt, watching as he dresses your wound.

“This is all my fault. I let my guard down. I was thrown off by seeing you in my sweatshirt. You look so good I got distracted. I’m sorry I let you get hurt” his eyes were on his hands and your leg as he finishes tying the bandages, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know what he just confessed to.

Your hands take his into your own, the wound on your neck stopped bleeding and isn’t more than a scratch.

“Genma” you say softly and wait until he meets your eye. His senbon was back in his teeth and you heard the gentle grinding sound as he bit down against it.

You reach up and cup his jaw “I worry about your teeth” you joke and he rolls his eyes, relaxing his jaw before looking back to your eye.

“We should get going. You should see a doctor about that wound” Shikamaru said, coming back from taking care of Mina and her accomplice and sending them off with a couple ANBU.

Your eyes don’t leave Genma’s but you drop your hands “okay. My leg isn’t too bad so I can pack up my things real quick. Could you help me?” Genma nods immediately and picks you up into his arms bridal style, carrying you back towards the house.

As you stand on your good leg at the bathroom sink, Genma goes to clean up his things. A quick sweep of the home since you kept it spotless normally in preparation.

You look at yourself in the mirror and sigh, brushing your hair behind your shoulder as you look at the cuts on your neck.

“Do you think they’ll scar?” You ask when he appears in the doorway, his pack over a shoulder.

“I doubt it. They aren’t very deep. If they do scar it will be gone in a year” you scowl and look away, going to grab your small bag if things to add to your pack on the bed.

You go to hop your way out but he drops his bag and puts his arm around your waist, easily taking your weight as he helps you back to the bed.

“Shikamaru will take my bag, I’ll carry you back” he says and doesn’t wait for you to say anything, just turns and crouches, waiting for you to climb up.

You chuckle “I’ll be fine” you say and he clicks his senbon before leaning back and grabbing your calves, gently pulling you so you lose balance with a gasp and fall into him.

“We’re ready” Genma says, not even ten minutes after Shikamaru said it was time to leave. You’re scowling but holding on to his shoulders tight.

Genma throws his pack to him and he catches it in silence, putting over his shoulder. “Let’s go”

His hands are firm against your thighs as he carries you and you notice how he never forgets about your wound, is always gentle with you whenever he has to adjust or move you.

“It’s gonna be weird not living with you” you admit with a small chuckle and his hands squeeze your legs gently “oh yeah. I bet you’ll miss having fresh coffee made for you in the morning and never having to wash a dish” you laugh and playfully slap his shoulder “and you’ll miss my cooking every meal!” He chuckles and nods “you know it. You’re a queen of the kitchen” you feel your cheeks warm and are grateful that he can’t see.

“We’re here” Shikamaru says and you feel your stomach fill with relief until it gets taken over by worry when you realize you still don’t have anywhere to stay. Shikamaru heads off to talk to the Hokage as Genma brings you to the hospital to get looked at.

“I’ll be here when you’re done” he says as he sets you on the exam table and your eyes widen “you will be?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk “of course I will be” you feel your cheeks warm, the mission was over so you just expected him to go his way as you go yours. You nod, feeling your eyes sting again with your feelings as you smile shyly “thank you Genma”

A few medical ninjas heal your leg up and disinfect and bandage up your neck when you exit the room, true to his word, Genma is sitting on the chair across the hall with his head relaxed against the wall behind him. His eyes are closed and you can tell he’s sleeping, his senbon hanging in the edge of his lips.

You crouch in front of him and smile softly as you look him over. His messy hair and his recreational clothes, he was missing his headband still and has dirt on his cheeks.

You reach up and softly run your fingers through his hair, smiling when his eyes flutter open. “Good morning sleepy head” you say softly and he takes a deep inhale, a soft smile on his lips as he meets your eye. “Good morning beautiful” he says and rubs his eyes.

“Wanna get some breakfast?” You ask, fingers still moving slowly through his soft hair. “God yes” he says and you laugh, standing with a groan before offering him your left hand, which he takes without hesitation and stands.

“How’s your leg?” He asks, lacing his fingers together with yours and making your heart flutter. “It’s fine. Nothing major was hit, should just be a bruise now.” You want to ask why he’s holding your hand. Want to point out how he doesn’t have to do that anymore since this is your village and you’re not pretending anymore, but you don’t. You don’t ask. You just savor the feeling knowing it’s probably the last time.

You yawn hard as you sit across from him at the table, waiting for your food to be delivered as you sit quietly with him. You both looked exhausted, exactly like you’ve been traveling all night. You look up from the picture on the wall you were zoned out staring at and feel your cheeks warm when you catch him looking at you.

“What?” You ask with a small chuckle and he just smiles “nothing. Just looking” he says and it makes your heart flutter. “Would have thought you looked enough over the last month” he chuckles “not nearly enough if I’m being honest” he admits quietly and you chuckle at the softness.

“Stay with me” he says as he takes a bit of his pumpkin soup. “What?” You ask, choking on your own spit.

“Stay with me while you find your own place. Your stuff is still in storage right?” You feel your cheeks warm as you wipe off your mouth “yeah that’s true but I don’t want to impose I can just stay at the inn” he shakes his head “no. Stay with me. I have more than enough room” you laugh “I’m not gonna be able to change your mind Huh?” He shakes his head with a small smile “I insist”

He takes another bite of his soup and sighs “it’s not as good as yours” he says a little sadly and for some reason it fills your heart full of pride. “I’m sorry I ruined your favorite meal” you say and he laughs, running his hands through his hair and sticks his senbon back in his teeth. “It just means I’ll need you to make it for me now” he says and you laugh “anytime. But just for you” you say back and you feel as if your heart could burst.

After your meal he takes your hand again in his, lifting it and using his thumb to twist the fake wedding band “I guess we should take these off Huh?”

You nod “yeah probably. Since the mission is over” he sighs and slips yours off before he takes his off and puts them both in his pocket before he takes your hand again, your pack over his shoulder.

“We don’t have to hold hands anymore either. And I could take my pack..” your voice sounds as sad as you feel but you doubt you’d even be able to hide it.

“Oh” he says softly “yeah. You’re right” he hesitates for just a moment before dropping your hand and shoving his roughly into his pocket. He doesn’t give your bag to you though, which makes you smirk, your hand moving behind your back to hold your elbow.

The first night at his place was nice, you insisted on taking his couch and he couldn’t find a good enough excuse to change your mind. You helped clean off the dust and air out the apartment before he went out to stock up on fresh groceries as you shower.

When you get out the shower you wander around his bedroom, more or less snooping. You open his closet and hum in approval at the collection of comfortable clothing he has as well as his nice fancier clothing. You take one of the comfy jackets off a hanger and throw it on before you continue your trek through his apartment.

His apartment was spacious even though it was one bedroom. His room was large and open, a bed in the middle with amazing light when the sunrises. It has a couch at the end of the bed, a large bathroom, and decent closet. It had a sliding glass door and a small balcony that had a chair and table.

You sat on the side of the bed and opened the top drawer of the bedside table.

Exactly what you expected from him, a kunai and a box of condoms that were a particularly larger size than you would have assumed he would have.

“You big snoop” he says with evident laugh in his voice as he catches you with condoms in your hand.

You gasp and flail, the box hitting the headboard of his bed and falling behind you on the bed as you just sigh and hide your face in your hands.

“That was funny. You shoulda seen your face” he says with a laugh and you just keep your face hidden, your cheeks hot under your palms.

“God Genma you scared me” you say and he just laughs and sits beside you on the bed.

With a low groan, he leans slowly behind you and grabs the box of condoms. “If you wanted to know what size condoms I use, you could have just asked” he said with a twirl of his senbon and you let out a squeak that makes his skin tingle.

You decide to try and tip the scale of his cockiness so you quickly move, throwing your leg across him and pushing him down to the bed with your hands.

You lean in close to his ear and his hands move to grip your thighs “would you have told me... or shown me?” You ask, teeth connecting to his ear as you bite him gently, smirking when his breath hitches.

You lean up, sliding your hands down his chest and looking down at him with a smile for a moment before you take his senbon from his mouth and stick it between your teeth before you wink and slide from his lap to your feet. Walking out of the door with a satisfied hum and a swing of your hips.

You walk down the hallway into his spacious and homey living room, your toes appreciating the soft rug as you cross the living room to the dining room and kitchen, towards the brown paper sacks he must have left on the table.

“Oooh you got melon. I love melon.” You say with a smirk, twisting the senbon around with your tongue as you make eye contact with him as he comes across the room.

“I know you love it” he says and stands beside you, placing his hand on your low back as he leans down and takes the end of his senbon into his teeth and you smile, letting him take it from your mouth.

You know the condom moment made the air more tense between you, but you really liked it. It felt real, like the mission was just a show but now this, this!, is real flirting! Real feelings!

“That wasn’t very nice what you did in there” he says and you laugh “I’m sorry Genma. Did I get you worked up just to leave? How rude of me.” You say as you cut the melon.

“Maybe don’t dish out the teasing if you can’t handle it back” you say and offer him a small bite of melon. He rolls his eyes and leans down but instead of popping it into his mouth you quickly put it in your own with a grin

“Hey!” He says and you chuckle “what are ya going to do about it? Huh?” You tease and he places a hand on your hip and pulls you to his chest, a little squeak leaving your lips making him smirk.

“I wanted a taste” he says his voice low and his eyes playful. you smile, your hand on his chest can feel his racing heart and you reach up, taking his senbon as you say “then take one” his lips hitting yours less than a second later.

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azurelyy · 3 years ago

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Hi, congrats to 100 supporters ayyyyy👏🏻You deserve it love!

Can I propose smut prompt nr 7 with Kakashi and a fem reader? And maybe a jealous friends to lovers thing?

I hope this is ok, again congrats!!!

Hi! Thank you so much! 🥺 You are too sweet.

You can propose anything with Kakashi. 😏 I, once again, went feral writing for my favorite Sensei... lol. I hope you enjoy and thanks again for requesting something!

P.S. Sorry I am kind of mean to Genma?

Words: 3.8k

🍋 Prompt: "You should be kissed. And often. And by someone who knows how."

Warnings: oral (f!recieving), soft dom!Kakashi, over-over-overstimulation, orgasm denial, jealous!Kakashi, face sitting, rimming, dumbification

The fire’s flame flicked across your neck, hugging each curve delicately the way he wished he could as you leaned in to the chestnut haired man next to you, your plump lips curved into a cunning smile with wild eyes, like little monsoons. Kakashi convinced himself the reason he was burning up was due to the large bonfire just a few feet in front of him, but the longer he glared at the way Genma’s hand rested over yours on your knee, he wondered if he was being completely honest with himself.

A large hand slapped him on the back, hard, causing him to cough and twist around angrily as he narrowed his eyes at his dark haired rival. Guy’s head was back and he was laughing harshly, his white teeth sparkling.

“Poor Kakashi here hasn’t yet topped my latest record. Isn’t that right?” Guy looked at Kakashi, who merely scowled in response, which only made the burly man laugh even more. “As you can see, he’s still a bit sore from the whole thing.”

Kakashi grumbled curses as he saw you stand up, clasping your hands above your head as you brought your arms up for a big stretch. You locked eyes with him and gave him a small smile before you stumbled through the sand to the cooler. Instinctively, Kakashi got up to walk to you, ignoring Guy asking for him to grab him another drink too.

“Hi there,” Kakashi hummed, approaching you from behind. Your moonlight haired friend leaned down, grabbing two beers from the cooler swiftly, standing with a wink as he gently leaned his head back towards Genma. You felt your cheeks flush as he said, “You two seem close tonight.”

You opened the wine spritzer and took a small sip, letting the little bubbles pop their way down your throat as you watched Kakashi suspiciously. “Yeah, I guess.” You glanced at Genma quickly before focussing back on Kakashi. His silver hair was swaying gently in the summer breeze, one hand placed in the front pocket of his dark wash jeans as he cupped the two cans in the other, and the light from the bonfire just barely caught his eyes, drawing liquidy slivers of color in them. “Kakashi?”

He bumped into your shoulder with his. You bumped him back.

“Yeah?” He questioned, gently raising an eyebrow at you.

“Wanna… Take a walk?”

He nodded without a single hesitation, dropping the beers back in the cooler, as he nodded and gestured forward. You walked along the beach with him, completely spilling your guts out to him about everything. Genma had been acting so weird lately, and you needed another opinion - a guy’s opinion - on why.

“It’s just like,” you gulped down the last of the wine spritzer, your speech now slightly slurred from the amount of alcohol you had consumed in such a short time, “He ignores me, for weeks, and then appears again out of nowhere. Things get steamy, but the second I think we’re about to-”

You freeze, unable to continue the sentence. You awkwardly shuffle your feet before you cave and plop down to the ground, twisting the can until it rests securely in the sand next to you. You sigh and bring your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them as you watch the dark waves crash against the shore. Kakashi sits next to you, leaning his body against yours. He is so warm. You look over at him, but he is totally focussed on the ocean, the smokey smell of the fire still clinging onto him.

He was a handsome man; someone you had liked for a long, long time. He didn’t feel the same, of course. It hurt you for a while, but moments like these - where he sat next to you, where he helped you wrap your brain around even the most miniscule of obstacles - made you happy that he had trusted you enough to let you into his small circle of friends. Kakashi was a secretive and private person, and you understood why. His past was dark and secluded, making it hard for him to open up to others. It was why your heartbeat quickened every time he smiled at you, even under his mask. It was why instead of admitting your feelings for him, you would crack a joke, or pat his knee. His smile was your light; so long as you could keep that, you would be happy enough.

“I think I understand,” Kakashi’s voice cracked and you could tell he was smirking. It only made your face heat up more as he said, “You two aren’t intimate.”

“N-No,” you admitted, drawing a circle in the sand with your index finger. “Is that bad?”

He thought for a moment before he said, “No. Not necessarily.”

A shadow of a smile passed over his mysterious face, there and gone so fast you figured you had imagined it. “Are you two staying here… together?”

His voice had a twinge of an indecipherable emotion to it. His body felt hot against yours, almost uncomfortably so. You shivered despite yourself and Kakashi shrugged off his jacket to wrap it over your shoulders as you whispered, “No.”

“Good.” He replied, smiling at you.

You stayed like that for a long time, pretending to watch the ocean, your bodies pressed into one another. Whenever one of you rearranged, the other followed. Whenever a position got too uncomfortable, you both shifted. But you never stopped touching. You were in dangerous territory.

Kakashi hadn’t felt this way in years - that almost painful weight of wanting, that paralyzing fear that any wrong move would ruin everything. He glanced over when he felt your gaze on him, and you didn’t look away. Neither did he. You wanted to say something, but your mind was mercilessly blank. The kind of blank of staring at flames for too long, or the colors popping in darkness blank from closing your eyes tightly shut.

The staring contest stretched an uncomfortable distance without either of you breaking it. His eyes were completely black, and when the light of the moon hit them, they filled quickly with stardust and lightning, then vanished.

“We should get back,” you said abruptly.

Kakashi smiled under his mask. “If you say so.”

You adjusted to stand just as he did, your faces unbearably close - close enough to smell his lavender shampoo, to feel his cool breath tickle your cheeks. His hands moved to cradle the sides of your face, angling you up to his, his fingers threaded gently through your hair. His eyes wandered their way down to your mouth, and his eyelashes fluttered.

Oh, damn.

You leaned toward him, closing your eyes. Kakashi didn’t move as he murmured, “Look at me.”

You obeyed, opening your eyes slowly as your pulse raced rapidly. His gaze was heavy lidded as he said, “You should be kissed. And often. And by someone who knows how.” His finger trailed down your cheek to grip under your chin, and he leaned forward, the smooth fabric of his mask grazing across the skin of your cheek as he whispered in your ear, “But not here.”

A tingle ran down your spine as your breath caught in the back of your throat. Your soul was lit on fire as he continued, “Let me walk you back to your room?” The rushing waves were as loud as your heart as you nodded and he took your hand in his to help you stand.

The walk back to the beach house was long and quiet - filled with anticipation and yearning. You passed the group sat at the bonfire swiftly. You glanced at Genma, who watched the two of you intently, unmoving and unblinking. Kakashi stepped beside you, blocking your view as he connected his coal black eyes to yours. He had a gentle twinkle within his eyes that let you know that, if you wanted to, you could leave and go back to the group. That you could choose Genma, and Kakashi would simply continue back to his room, completely alone. That nothing would change.

You gave his hand a quick squeeze as you giggled and averted your eyes toward the house, tugging him forward as you started jogging lightly.

You sat on the couch, stradling Kakashi’s lap. His nose brushed the side of yours as you lifted your mouth, trying to close the gap between you. Your slow breaths pressed you into each other as his hands squeezed your sides, your thighs tightening against him in reaction.

The two of you hovered there for a minute, like neither of you wanted to take the blame. Your breathing was shaky and shallow; his was nonexistent. You wanted this. You wanted him. He was so perfect, so gorgeous, so special to you. A friend with honest eyes and a wit that could burn you alive. Was this really happening? Was Kakashi Hatake really letting you sit in his lap? How had this happened, and were you-

His mouth dragged warm breath across your jaw and then up to your lips. His teeth skated across your bottom lip, and a small hum of pleasure erupted throughout you. His fine mouth quirked into a smirk even as it sank hot and light against your own, coaxing it open. He tasted like vanilla and cinnamon, like the best French dessert money could buy. His heat rushed into your mouth, into your stomach, down between your legs. Desire dripped through you, pooling in all the nooks that formed between your bodies.

You reached for a handful of his grey shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin material. You needed him to be closer, to remember how it felt to be pressed against him, to be wrapped around him. One of his hands swept up the side of your neck, his fingers curling under your hair. You sighed into his mouth as he kissed you harder, slower, deeper, rougher. He tipped your mouth to him for more and you grabbed for his ribs, trying to get closer than gravity allowed.

You raked your hands through his soft hair as he leaned back and flipped you to your back. You greedily pulled him over you as an involuntary groan lifted in your throat and you ground your hips against his. He braced one hand to the couch behind you and his teeth caught on your lower lip. Your breaths came fast and shaky as his hand swiped down to your chest, feeling your breasts through your shirt. A pulse went through you at the feeling of his arousal pushing into your thigh and he let out a low and raspy moan as his hand snaked under your shirt.

His thumb scraped along the length of your hip bone, melting you the further he went. His mouth grazed hot and damp down your neck, sinking heavily against your collarbone. Your whole body was begging him for more without any subtlety, lifting into him as if pulled by a magnet.

“Kashi?” Your voice sounded miles away. He hummed against your skin, his hand working your breasts like dough. “I-I… Really like you.”

He unhooked your bra, quickly, pulled it down from under your shirt as his mouth trailed up your neck to suck the skin of your earlobe between his teeth. He moaned, “Watching you with him has been like torture, did you know that?”

When his flamed fingers twisted your nipple between them, the only response you could provide him was a shrill sound of jumbled curses. He smiled as his breath fanned across your ear, goosebumps raising along your arms. “I don’t like feeling helpless,” he continued, moving his mouth to the side of yours. “I want this. I want you. I’m annoyed knowing we could have been doing this the whole time.”

He leaned back and pulled your shirt off and over your head, tossing it to the floor. His eyes carved their way down your chest as your hands reached under his shirt and your thumbs trailed across his abs. He smiled and removed his shirt, letting you trace his scar that stretched across the length of his stomach. He was a Godly man, a silver-haired Zeus. Sensing your apprehension, he leaned down and enveloped you in a kiss that could destroy poets. Your hips moved against his and he rolled you back into his lap as you gyrated across his thigh. He flexed his muscles dangerously as his hand trailed up your spine, his lips never leaving yours. Warmth spread through your core as you continued to move against him, each rock of your hips building the pressure within you up closer to the heavens. Your clothed clit was throbbing as the fabric of Kakashi’s pants grew wetter, each thrust nearly toppling you over the edge.

You stopped as you breathed, “Kashi, if I keep going-”

“Don’t. Stop.” He commanded, grabbing onto your hips to sway you over him as he pushed his thigh into your core harder, rocking you back and forth at a maddening rhythm. A dangerous groan rumbled from his chest as your leg nudged against his painful erection and you continued grinding against his muscular thigh like your life depended on it, your head harshly thrown back in pleasure as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. Kakashi was certain he had never seen a more lovely sight.

“G-Gonna-” You gasp when he lifts you into his arms, the abrupt lack of friction leaving your cunt cold. You whine as he lays you on the bed with a giddy giggle. He sounds like a kid who heard the jingle of an ice cream truck coming down the block - just completely joyful and mischievous. It almost distracts you from your annoyance at the orgasm denial, and as his slender hands work at the zipper of your jeans and pull your pants and panties off simultaneously, you forget about it fully.

“I want to try something, if you’ll let me?” He asks hesitantly. He’s towering over you but his face is soft and inviting, not at all as intimidating as you expected him to be. Sweet. Caring.

“W-What is it?” Your voice comes out breathless as your heart tries to return to a normal rhythm. His finger trails between your breasts to your pussy as he leans down to your ear.

“Will you sit on my face?” Time stands still. Your eyes widen in pure shock as Kakashi looks up at you with blown out pupils and gently kisses your neck. “Only if you’re comfortable with it…”

His cheeks are a beautiful shade of rose, his breathing almost silent. You push your hands onto his collarbones to roll him over and you straddle his hips with your legs, blacking out momentarily as his dick catches against your clit. Kakashi hisses gently as he grips onto your hips. He watches you intently, hardly moving at all beneath you. His Adam’s apple slowly moves as he gulps down his insecurities.

“You look really pretty above me like this,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb across your hip bones, “Beautiful.”

You adjust up him gently and he releases that cute giggle again as your soaked pussy drags over his chest and his nails dig into your skin. He helps you hover your pussy over his face and his hot breaths fans across your folds as your hands grip into his hair, your legs trembling around his face as your knees frame around his ears.

“Such a pretty thing,” he whispers, tickling your already trembling core. “I’m gonna sit you down now, okay?”

You wiggle and he yanks your hips down, a bit more aggressively than he intended, as he licks along the length of your dripping cunt. His heart is singing in his chest as he moves his quick tongue around within you, lapping around each curve and swirl. Your entire body is shaking harshly as your hands make a mess of his hair and you jerk forward, letting his tongue flick over your clit. A harsh sound rips from your lungs, completely animalistic and not at all ladylike. It was the hottest thing Kakashi had ever heard.

His hands grip at the back of your thighs as you rock over his mouth, completely drowning him with your essence. You were sweet and delectable - every noise encouraged him to work harder, to explore more, to continue to devour you. He sucked your clit between his lips and you screamed a sharp half complaint of protest of his name, driving him completely feral. He chuckles into your cunt, vibrating through your entire body. You tremble above him as you collapse even more onto his face, finally succumbing against his assaults and suffocating him with your scent.

Your hands are everywhere: in his hair, against the wall, gripped on his shoulders, as thick liquid drips down his chin and neck. This is heaven, you have finally sent him there, and your hips that continued to grind against his face were the subway that transported him. For all of Kakashi’s teasing, he was just as needy as you. He had thought about this moment often, with his hand wrapped around his thick cock as he imagined how you’d taste and smell, or the noises you’d make. This was better than anything he fantasized.

Lewd sounds erupt throughout the room as Kakashi’s head moves down the length of your cunt, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue slides between your ass cheeks. Kakashi doesn’t let up for a second, not even as you shiver and try to pull away. He corrects you, moaning an indecipherable string of sentences as his hands pull you down to him even further, sinking you deeper into your ecstasy. Kakashi has no care for the lack of air in his lungs, or the tightness in his pants. He wants you to drown him. And he wants to destroy you over and over and over and over.

Hot pressure bubbles deep within your stomach as his deft tongue circles back up over your length, licking any and everywhere it will reach, and wiggles your clit side to side. You lean forward, resting your sweaty forehead against the headboard, stars shooting throughout your vision as your eyes swiftly shut. Your hands lace in his hair and when he leans back to whisper “it’s okay” is when you finally crack.

You couldn’t even warn him first. A hushed sililoqy of fuckfuckfuckcomingcomingcoming rushes out of you like a waterfall. A small uh huh hummed against your core is your only anchor to Earth as splashes of color erupt in your vision through the darkness. Your orgasm is harsh as every muscle in you spasms abruptly, your fingers twitching in his hair as you fall. Kakashi’s pace doesn’t slow down as he drinks you in, enjoying the burst of liquid that hits every inch of his face and sticks to his mouth and chin. He helps rock your hips for you as you struggle above him, maintaining a good pressure to ensure you ride out your high for as long as possible.

“Thank you,” you murmur. It was a soft sound, small. Delicate. Pathetic. Beautiful. Kakashi pushes his head up against the headboard to grin up at you as you sit on his chest. A thin film of sweat coats the entirety of your face and chest, causing your already beautiful skin to sparkle in the moonlight.

As he watches the way the aftershocks continue to shake your body, and your lips tremble as you continue whispering praises to him, Kakashi feels how much his heart is pounding. It’s almost painful. He hasn’t felt this way in years; that sweet feeling of knowing someone cares for him, that someone sees him. Really sees him. Not just Kakashi Hatake, Copy Cat Ninja. Not just the son of The White Fang of the Leaf. Not just the infamous perv everyone assumed him to be. You see Kakashi: the erotica enthusiast, the worrier, the gentle soul beneath the mask.

He smirks up at you before he grabs your ass with renowned vigor, dragging your cunt up his face until he’s enveloped fully by your scent once again. Your little fingers dance in his hair, tugging desperately - a futile attempt at pulling him away from you, which results in his nails digging into your sensitive skin.

You whine as he thunders from below, “Not done yet.” His tongue licks along the length of your slit like your pussy was made of water, just another wave against the soaked through depths as it melts into you smoothly and effortlessly as you cry out and go limp in his arms, fully at his mercy. Kakashi’s goal is to break you in a way no one else has - to completely rip you apart and put you back together himself. He will give you no quarter until you’re nothing but a writhing cloud of lust above him.

After you have shattered into fragments twice over, Kakashi’s strong hands guide you to your back on the bed and he frees his throbbing girth from its clothed confinement. You are nothing but sticky limbs and a beating heart, completely unable to speak. You’re murmuring something in a language that seems foreign, your eyes completely glued shut. Every nerve in your body is trembling and your clit is on fire. Kakashi’s cock twitches in his hand as he watches how completely and totally ripped apart you are; coated in bliss for him.

He ghosts his dick over your cunt as he leans down to your ear, hot breath fanning across the skin of your earlobe. He whispers, “I’ve got you now.” And you know he will take care of you with the gentle way he pushes his thick head through the slick muscles of your walls, the way he wraps an arm around your back to help arch your spine enough so the curve of his cock pushes against your sweet spot. His lips press to yours as he pushes further inside you, to places no one before had ever gone, and the two of you sing a beautiful duet in the dark.

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Genma x Brat!Fem Reader

Request from @aishiterumajima

1 2 3 4 10 WITH GENMA PLEASE

Pairing: Genma x F! Reader

Prompt: 1, 2, 3, 4 & 10 (Prompts)

🔞 Mature Content. Minors DNI. 🔞

CW: Bratty Reader, Public Sex, Orgasm Denial, Rough Sex, Dom Genma, Dirty Talk *Okay I may have gotten carried away here lol

He was so infuriating.

With his stupid, roguish smirk and the fact that he can never be bothered. Which is evidently clear as you walk through the market beside him, his hands casually in his pockets and signature senbon perched in the corner of his mouth. You didn’t even know if he knew you were mad.

“You could at least act like you care, you know.” You finally say, the words coming out like venom.

Genma chuckles lightly and glances down at you. “I do care, sweetheart. I just think it’s stupid.”

His words instantly light you like kerosene, and you whip in front of him, digging your finger into his chest. “You are such an asshole, Genma! I’ve told you about it for weeks!”

He raised his brow and looked bored as ever. “Yeah, and I’ve been hearin’ about it for weeks.”

You can do nothing but glare up at him, giving him that look.

It doesn’t even faze him. Not a twitch, not a single crack; the man is a fortress of nonchalance, and your blood simmers at the way he won’t even give you the satisfaction of a proper argument.

Fine. If he wants to be an ass about it, you’ll just have to hit where it hurts.

You don’t bother excusing yourself as you step to the side, shoving through the crowd until you spot a victim. Your eyes fall on Kakashi, leaning against a vendor’s stall, nose buried in his ridiculous orange book. His one visible eye crinkles as you approach, and you muster your most alluring smile.

“Kakashi-senpai,” you coo, making sure your voice carries. “What a surprise. I didn’t think you’d be here today.”

He lowers the book, his interest piqued. “Ah, hey you. Lovely day, isn’t it?” He says, with the faintest of winks. “Care to join me for a walk?”

You clasp your hands behind your back and roll your shoulders in a dainty shrug. “I’d be delighted.” And you say it loud enough that Genma—lingering just within earshot, listening to your every word—can’t possibly miss the invitation.

Kakashi glances past you at Genma, barely inclining his head in acknowledgment, then starts down the row of stalls with you at his side. You let your laughter ring far too bright at his first comment, and when he makes a dry joke about the state of Konoha’s fruit, you touch his arm just a little too long. It’s childish, petty even, and has the desired effect: Genma’s jaw tightens as he stalks two steps behind, pretending to examine the produce.

“So,” Kakashi drawls, voice low enough to make your skin prickle. “Trouble with your favorite senpai?”

You cluck your tongue. “Not trouble,” you say, “just a—how do they say it—difference in methodology?”

Kakashi’s eye squints, and he lets you steer him toward the display of fresh vegetables. He leans in, cheek nearly touching yours as he mutters, “He always did like the direct approach. I’m more of a… slow-burn type.”

You laugh, a little breathless. But before you can respond, a hand clamps around your elbow, firm enough to hurt. You half-spin, caught off-guard, and Genma is there: no smile, no pretense. He tugs you aside with such bluntness that Kakashi raises a brow and stays where he is, feigning interest in a wilted cabbage.

“We’re leaving,” Genma says.

You dig in your heels just enough to make a point. “I’m not finished shopping.”

“You can finish tomorrow.”

He doesn’t let go, not even to switch his grip to something softer. The market air is thick with heat, and you can feel every eye around you witnessing the spectacle. Genma steers you down an alley that smells of wet concrete and old newspaper, his jaw set like flint.

“You done?” He bites out, once the crowd noise is deadened by the narrow walls.

You want to say yes, but the word lodges in your throat. Instead, you scowl, shaking his hand off your arm. “You’re making a scene. Again.”

He lets out a hissing sigh, leaning closer to you. “No, sweetheart, you are. You wanna play games with Kakashi? With me? Fine. But don’t start a fire if you can’t handle the smoke.”

You’re both breathing hard, so close you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes and the pulse thudding in his neck. The rest of the world feels as if it’s fading as he stares down at you, cornering you against the wall.

He was so close, the edge of his senbon grazing your cheek as he leaned in. “Nothing to say, huh?” He barely whispered, but the sound was a threat and a promise all at once. “You wanna push me? I’ll show you what happens.” Genma puts his hands against the wall on either side of your head, pinning you there as you look up at him through your lashes.

The brick wall dug into your spine as your heart thrashed. You refused to give him the satisfaction of dropping your gaze, but when he pressed forward, the heat of his body triumphed over your bravado. His lips hovered by your ear, and his breath was all heat and taunt.

“Think you’re clever, huh?” He murmured, and you felt the rough edge of a smile. “Think you can just run around with him, make me jealous?”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he moved faster, catching your jaw in his hand and angling your face up. The pressure was bruising, but what burned hotter was the way his thumb stroked your cheek, slow and deliberate, a silent warning. For a moment, you thought he might kiss you, but he didn’t, and that was worse. The anticipation trembled in you like a fever.

“You wanna play brat, I’ll treat you like one,” Genma said, so quietly you almost missed it. Then, with a hand knotted in your collar, he wrenched you down to your knees. The alley was wet beneath them; a cold shock. He stepped back just enough to regard you, his silhouette jagged with anger and something else, something hungry.

“Stay,” he said, like you were something feral, hardly tamed.

You wanted to curse him, but pride cinched your jaw tight. He looked down at you, eyes half-lidded, considering. He pulled the senbon from his mouth and rolled it between his fingers, then crouched, tapping it against your plump lips before placing it behind his ear. “Open,” he murmured, and when you did, he finally smirked. “Now, I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

He had you right where he wanted you: dripping with anger and humiliation and a prickling, shameful heat. The knuckle of his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, coaxing you further open, and he watched the trembling of your jaw like an experiment he was enjoying.

“Thought so,” Genma said. His voice was all gravel and smoke, the edge of his frustration softened only by the promise of what came next. He made a show of undoing his belt, never once breaking your gaze, and the slow slide of the zipper made your cheeks burn.

He freed himself, and you found your mouth watering with a mix of anticipation and spite. He was already hard, skin flushed an angry red, veins visible beneath the surface. He lined himself up and tapped the head of his cock against your lips once, twice, as if daring you to bite. Instead, you opened obediently, letting the salt and musk of him coat your tongue.

He held the base and pushed in, slow for the first inch, savoring how your lips parted, how your chin lifted, how the line of your throat flexed as you tried to take him without flinching. Then, as if to remind you what this was, he snapped his hips forward, and your nose pressed against the sharp jut of bone above his shaft. Your eyes watered instantly, and he growled approval—not for your effort, but for your suffering.

“Yeah, that’s it. Gag on it, sweetheart.” He curled a hand around the crown of your head and held you there, hips rolling with an unhurried violence, making you fight for every shallow, humiliating breath. You clawed at his thigh, wheezing, and he chuckled darkly. “Bet you wish Kakashi could see you now, huh? Bet you’d love for him to know what a fucking mess you are.”

He eased out, just long enough for you to gulp in a stinging breath, spit and drool trailing from your lips, before snapping forward again, harder this time. Your nose mashed into the wiry hair at his base, the alley’s chill forgotten under the burning humiliation of where you were, what you were doing. He set a punishing rhythm, hands bracketing your skull, using your mouth with a single-minded focus that bordered on cruel. Each thrust made your jaw ache, your eyes run, your throat clench and release around the impossible fullness. You made a strangled noise, half protest, half plea, but he only grunted above you and rocked deeper, as if punishing you for every giggle, every touch you gifted to Kakashi.

“Take it,” he growled, voice scraping your scalp. “You wanna tease me in public, you wanna parade yourself around like a little slut—this is what you get.” The words were fire, burning away the last of your composure until only raw need was left.

He slammed forward once more, holding you flush to his pelvis, and you felt the first spurt of him hot against the back of your throat, bitter and undeniable. He kept you there until you choked, until you had no choice but to swallow or let it all spill down your chin. Even then, he withdrew only a fraction, leaving you nose-to-skin as he rode the aftershocks. When he finally let go, you pitched forward, coughing, knees numb from the stone and mind ringing with desire.

He didn’t give you a second to recover—Genma was never generous with mercy. He hauled you up by the collar, spun you, and pressed your chest flat against the alley wall. The rough brick scraped your cheek. You gasped, swallowing down the taste of him, but he was already shoving your skirt up your hips, baring you to the cold air and anyone that might be walking by or cutting through the alley.

His palm crashed down in a single, brutal arc, the slap echoing off the brick with a wet, humiliating sound. You bit your tongue hard enough to taste copper, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of your whimper. But Genma was relentless, bringing his hand down again and again, leaving behind a patchwork of stinging red marks across your ass and upper thighs.

"Count," he said, a command, not a request.

You didn’t want to, but the next strike came harder. "One," you breathed, voice ragged. He slaps your ass again and you whimper. “Two.”

"Good girl," he crooned, low and dangerous as he reeled back for a final blow.

“Three!” You nearly scream as he smacks the reddened flesh.

He dragged his fingernails lightly over the fresh welts, making you shudder, then bent to mutter in your ear. "You see how fast you obey when you know what’s coming?" His fingers snaked under the fabric, tracing the treacherous heat pooling between your legs. "Soaked through, just from this. Damn, you really like it rough, don’t you?” His breath was a ghost on your neck, his tongue a brief, hot flicker behind your ear. "You want more? Say please.”

You grit your teeth, nails digging into the mortar. He waits, patient as a hangman.

“…Please,” you rasp. Humiliated. Furious. Desperate.

A sound of approval rumbles from his chest, and his hand slides from your clit to your sopping lips between your legs. He yanks your panties to your knees and tests you, slipping two fingers inside with an unceremonious thrust, and the noise that escapes you is involuntary, high and shameful. He laughs, slow and low, and scissors his fingers inside you, crooking to find the spot that makes you stutter and sag against the wall.

“Fuck, look at you,” Genma says, almost reverently, and you hate the way your body listens when your pride refuses. He sets a relentless rhythm, fucking you with his fingers until begin to gasp. “You’re being so good for me.”

You’re right there, so close you can taste it… and then his hand disappears.

You choke on a sob, cheek pressed against the brick. "You fucking—" The words die in your throat as you twist to glare over your shoulder, but he only smirks, licking a of juices dripping down his fingers.

“Language,” he tuts. He wipes the rest of his fingers off on your bare hip, then steps back, like he’s finished with you. Like he might just leave you there, half-naked, throbbing, ruined in the alley.

You push off the wall and spin, ready to claw at him, scratch that infuriating smile from his face. “Don’t you dare walk away.” Your voice is thin, brittle. You’re trembling everywhere, fury and frustration and need all tangled together.

Genma grins. "Then what?" He leans in, nose brushing yours, and you want to bite him first, and then you want to cry, and then you want to do both at once, because he’s already got you so wound up that there’s nowhere left to go but submission.

You try to slap him, but Genma just laughs and bats your hand away, grabbing your wrist and pinning it up over your head in the same motion that he uses to spin you back to the wall. This time, your cheek is smashed flat and your arm is twisted behind you, his chest pressing you there so hard your ribs groan. You can feel him—hard again, or maybe still—and you suddenly hate him for how quickly he can recover, for how much he enjoys every tiny humiliation he dishes out.

“Let go,” you hiss, thighs trembling. He doesn’t.

He just nudges your ankles apart with his knee and bends low, whispering, “You want to finish? Beg.”

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. But your ass is bare and throbbing, and your pussy is dripping empty. You need him— and now.

The words choke out, small and raw: “Please, Genma.”

He makes a thoughtful sound. “Please, what?”

You could bite your tongue in half for how much you want to hate him, for how much you want this. You dare a glance over your shoulder: his pupils blown wide, hair wild, skin flushed. He’s never looked more alive.

“Please, I want—” It goes against everything in you to beg him for anything, yet here you are. “I want to come.”

He hums in approval, lips brushing your ear. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” His voice is velvet, but there’s no softness in the way he pushes your thighs wider and sinks three fingers into your dripping pussy, curling them against your most sensitive spot.

He doesn’t let up, not even when your knees start to buckle and your hips cant back, seeking more of him. His palm grinds cruelly against your clit as he pistons his fingers deep and fast, no rhythm or mercy, just the raw intent to make you break first.

Your eyes squeeze shut defiantly, the heat between your legs spreading out in taunting, insistent waves. You try to hold yourself up, biting back the sounds that threaten to escape, but Genma knows every shortcut to your undoing. He leans in, teeth catching the sensitive shell of your ear, and murmurs filth—how he wants to see you make a mess, how he bets you’re on the edge, how you’re going to come on his hand right here, regardless of who might see.

You toss your head back, challenging, but Genma’s grip on your hip tightens, his fingers more relentless in response. “Oh, don’t fight it,” he growls, voice a scorching demand in your ear. “Come for me. Show me exactly how much you can’t resist.”

When your orgasm hits, it's sharp and mortifying, a stuttering spasm that tears a sob from your throat. You shudder around his fingers, clenching and pulsing so hard it borders on painful. Genma’s mouth is right by your ear as you gasp, whispering, "That’s it, all over my hand, so fucking wet for me," and then—you feel it, the gush, sudden and uncontrollable, soaking his hand and your thighs. You can’t believe it, your whole body wracked with aftershocks as he holds you there, fingers still deep inside, milking every last ripple from your core.

He withdraws his fingers, slick and glistening even in the alley’s gray light, and he laughs—warm and proud, yet sharp as a kunai. "Knew you had it in you." He slips the wet fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean without breaking your gaze. "You taste like trouble." His fingertips drag up your spine, and you shiver, your nerves shot after your defiant yet futile struggle.

He’s on you again before you can catch your breath, spinning you so the alley wall is at your back. His hands are rough on the back of your knees, shoving them up and apart, pinning you again before he replaces one with his shoulder as he grabs his length. He doesn’t even bother to line himself up with any ceremony; the wet sound of him dragging the head of his cock through your slick folds is obscene in the hush of the alley. Then he’s inside, all at once, the sudden stretch making your eyes go wide and water. You choke on a gasp, fists clenching his vest as he buries himself to the hilt.

“Been waiting all day to fuck you like this,” he pants, breath hot on your face. He thrusts up, lifting your body until your ass barely scrapes the wall, each slam a punishment for the argument he started less than an hour ago. The tempo is vicious, absolutely relentless; your toes curl in your boots as you wail out in pleasure.

The rasp of brick against your back is nothing beside the punishing rhythm Genma sets inside you. You scramble for leverage, arms winding around his neck, nails digging in as he lifts you with every thrust, your body nothing more than a conduit for the violence of his want. He holds you up with one arm, the other hand snaking between your bodies to rub rough circles over your still-trembling clit.

You cry out, high and raw, and he laughs, deep in his chest. "That's right. Let 'em hear.”

Your legs clamp tighter around his waist, clinging as he pistons into you, the aftershocks of your last orgasm splintering into the next. He knows precisely when to drag his thumb down to your clit with just enough pressure to have your toes curling, your whole body tensing. He never lets you settle, never lets you catch your breath. Each drive of his hips is measured to the edge of pleasure and pain, and he does it with ruthless intent, holding your gaze with a wild, wicked focus.

You feel the orgasm building again, sharper this time, the pressure coiling tight and ready to snap. The world narrows to the thick pulse of his cock and the fevered friction against your clit. He feels it—in the way your thighs tense, in the stutter of your breath—and at the last possible second, he stops.

Just…

Stops.

You jerk in his lap, clenching down around him desperately. “Genma—” you gasp, but he holds you there, impaled and trembling, his thumb frozen on your throbbing clit. Your whole body begs for release; you try to grind against him, but his grip is merciless, pinning you in place.

“Not yet,” Genma grates, his voice a growl in the hollow of your ear. “You think you can just get off again after that little act in the market? Did you forget this is punishment?”

You snap. “Fuck you, Genma! Let me go—”

That’s all you get out before his hand clamps tight around your throat, squeezing just above the collarbone, not enough to hurt but enough that your voice cuts off mid-word. He bares his teeth in a snarl, lips brushing yours as he growls, “You want to say that again?”

The world narrows to the hard pulse beneath his fingers, the hot, ragged sound of your own breath, the very slight tremor in Genma’s grip that tells you he’s closer to the edge than he’ll ever admit. You try to glare, to muster up the last shred of defiance, but he watches you with such focus that it blows the air right out of your lungs.

He doesn’t give you time to blink. He crushes his mouth to yours, biting your lip hard enough to tease blood, and at the same moment, buries himself inside you in one savage, punishing thrust. White heat blanks your mind. You come so violently it’s as if your body is being wrung out, every nerve ending sparking. Genma’s hand on your neck tightens and the world tunnels down to nothing but his voice, those filthy words in your ear, the unbearable, relentless pleasure of him driving through your climax with no mercy.

You barely register his own orgasm, the way his whole body shudders, the low groan torn from his chest as he pushes as deep as his body allows, stilling as he pulses inside you. He holds you suspended there, shaking, both of you breathing like you’ve just crossed the desert. You cling to his vest as your own trembling slows to aftershocks, your body boneless and numb.

Genma’s weight slumps against you, bracing you both against the wall. For a moment, the only sound is the ragged chorus of your breathing and the distant, indifferent hum of the market. Eventually, Genma is the one to break the silence, laughter spilling slowly as he presses his nose to your cheek. “You alive in there, sweetheart?” His breath is cool now, afterburn on your raw skin.

You try to answer, but your voice is gone—thieved by the shockwaves still crosshatching your muscles, the ache in your jaw, the sting of your ass and thighs. Instead, you cling to the front of his vest, fingers scrabbling like you could reassemble yourself if only you had the right leverage.

He draws back, still inside you, and inspects your face with pride. “Didn’t think you could come that hard twice in public. Color me impressed.”

You manage a glare, though you know it’s wilted. “Fuck off,” you rasp, unsure if it’s spit, tears, or his come running down your chin.

He grins—genuinely now, and Genma’s hands lingered at your waist, warm even through the sweat-soaked cling of your shirt. Down the alleyway, the world had already moved on—no one seemed to notice or care about the obscene things you two had just done, half-shielded by a massive heap of stacked pallets. When your legs finally threatened to give out under you, Genma gave a sharp, satisfied laugh and turned to hoist you on his back. The sudden lift made you yelp and clutch his shoulders, nails dragging through the fabric of his vest.

“Easy,” he drawled, voice still shredded at the edges. “Didn’t break you, did I?”

You tried to summon your best glare as he adjusted your weight. “I’m fine,” you sniffed, though your voice was a ghost. “You wish you could break me.”

He grinned.”We’ll see if you’re saying that after round two.”

#god I LOVED writing this ahhhh #genma shiranui #genma x reader #genma x you #genma x y/n #genma shiranui x reader #naruto #naruto fanfiction #requests #my writing

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svfttachi · 3 years ago

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can i get a genma x f reader where genma loves reader but reader doesn’t think she’s gemma’s type at all since he pulls a lot of females who are just different from reader (ex: body, height, style, etc) but he wants to make it clear to her that he loves her for herself and wants to be with reader 👉🏽👈🏽

we need more of genma plz😩

TYPE: Fem!reader, Fluff

WARNING(S): Insecurity Talk

WC: 1071

NOTES: This was a good idea and very easy to accomplish, but I hope everybody reading this understands that nothing anybody says to you should bring you down. We are all pretty and beautiful in our own ways, and nobody should be able to let you forget that. With that in mind, hope you enjoy reading this!

INSECURITIES occur in every shape, way, and form in almost everybody walking on the planet. Relationships are one of the ways that insecurities come up and prevail the most. At least, that was the case for you. It has been a year since the night that Shiranui Genma confessed to you with a bouquet of flowers, a candlelit picnic, and a shiny night sky. That night was the most romantic night you have ever experienced, but it also began the string of hatred that has followed behind you ever since.

Day by day, just walking in the village was enough to trigger your emotions because of the looks you get. Women younger and older than you judged you for being with the one and only Shiranui Genma, who was notorious for going out with half of the village’s population. When it comes to looks, he takes the gold star, and when it comes to romantic gestures, he takes the whole cake. You, on the other hand, did not feel like you could step up to the level of every girl he has ever gone out with, especially since people continued to look at you differently.

Frankly, you wondered what kept you in the spotlight in Genma’s eyes. When you were walking in the village gaining those staring eyes, you couldn’t understand what exactly Genma saw in you. You were just an average girl in your own eyes, and to some of those other girls, you were a little less.

“Hey, hon, are you ready for—”

Currently, you are sitting in front of the big floor mirror in your shared bedroom, staring at your reflection. As you prodded at your lips, eyes, nose, and cheeks, you were completely oblivious to the gentle and calming tone of Genma’s voice entering the room and cutting himself off halfway through his sentence. He stood at the door frame, watching as you viewed yourself in the mirror. “Y/N?” Genma called out to you, knocking lightly on the wall.

You snapped out of the craze you were in and turned your torso to look at the source of the knocking. His hazel eyes bore into your own E/C orbs, and it was clear that he knew something was wrong. “Is… there a reason why you’re sitting on the cold, hardwood floor, staring at the mirror?” Genma questioned with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Um… I—I was making sure there was no lint in my hair,” you muttered, immediately getting off of the floor, “It must have blown right off by the fan.”

A nervous giggle escaped your mouth as you began to avoid eyeing Genma. The highly experienced jonin wasn’t pleased with the answer you gave him, so he walked up to you. The toothpick stuck in between his lips shot out of his mouth and directly into the trashcan next to the mirror. You were caught off guard by the sudden action, but the hands that pressed onto your shoulders were enough to bring your focus back on Genma. Now, the eye contact was inevitable, and you can clearly see the sparkle in his eyes as he looked at you.

“Y/N, you can tell me anything, you know?” Genma whispered quietly, waiting for a response from you.

No verbal or physical response was given to the man, yet there was a small signal that showed you were suffering on the inside. A tear escaped from the corner of your eye and began to roll down the side of your nose. It wasn’t long before you were comfortably in the strong arms of Genma with a hand placed on the back of your head. You brought your own arms up to wrap around his torso as the tears began to fall faster thanks to gravity.

“Why do you like me so much, Gen?” you asked, words somewhat muffled against the soft material of his t-shirt. Genma furrowed his brows at your peculiar question and started to pull away so he could get a good look at your face. He could see the seriousness displayed on your face, but he didn’t know why you would ask such a question. “What do you mean, Y/N? Are people looking at you weirdly in the village again? If so, I’m going to have a word with anyone who looks at you differently than I do,” Genma spoke with tenderness in his tone.

“It’s gotten worse, Gen… sometimes I would just be getting the groceries, and someone would whisper about you and why you chose me out of all the pretty girls around here. And I keep thinking that it has to be my physical appearance that sets me away from everyone else in the village… and it hurts to look at myself in the mirror looking for the reason behind the gossip,” you said, mumbling some of your words through your sad tone.

Genma sighed and brought the hem of his shirt up to rub away the tears still protruding from your face, taking in the appearance of your red eyes. He was aware of the talks that go around, especially when he walks around the village as well. It always centered around Genma’s type and who he finds attractive, and everytime he overheard someone talking about it, he could only wish to talk some sense into those people either physically or verbally. But your face comes into his mind whenever he does hear these people talking about his relationship with you, and it would be enough for him to calm down. He just didn’t think it would get to you this badly, and it never has been this bad for you.

“Y/N, you’re the only girl I would ever want to be with. You’re the prettiest, beautiful, and sparkling ray of sunshine that has ever made its way in my path, and I am so grateful that we went official one year ago. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t get to wake up next to you every morning or eat lunch and dinner together everyday. Honestly… I’d probably go insane because there is this amazing girl that I could never imagine with anyone but me. And anyone who has anything to say about that can come say it to my face directly,” Genma said, beginning to caress your cheeks, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.”

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bree-peasant · 6 months ago

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One for the Ages - a Kakashi x fem!Reader fic

Chapter 4/5

(Back to Chapter 1, Chapter 3)

Author's note: Onto lighter times, featuring flirtatious!Genma and jealous!Kakashi! For anyone new - this is a reader self-insert, slowburn fic, but the reader has a pre-established past, which reveals itself along with the story.

Word count: 2.1k

Summary (from part 1): A new shinobi joins the Konoha ranks and Kakashi finds himself inexplicably drawn to her. Quick Gai appearance in this chapter.

Warnings: none in this chapter!

Enjoy! ♡

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As the genin were competing in the first two trials of the chunin exam, Y/N found herself with more spare time than she desired. Wanting to avoid both thoughts of the gray-haired ninja, and another situation in which she'd have to resort to her kekkei genkai, she decided that developing her skills as a shinobi was the best way to pass the time.

She arranged sparring sessions with Gai, which had become a habitual thing for them now. He had been her first opponent, but also her first friend in the village, and their relationship grew as time went on.

She was getting her butt kicked during one such match, as it was strictly taijutsu, and Gai didn't hold back for her sake. She hit the ground for what felt like the hundredth time, when he extended his hand to help her up and suggested taking a break.

They sat on a fallen log in the clearing where they trained, Y/N took a sip of water, handing the bottle over to him.

"Is there something going on between you and Kakashi, Y/N?" Gai asked, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

She took another sip without looking over at him. Finally, she spoke, trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible.

"What makes you ask that?"

"I've known my rival for a long time, I can tell he acts differently whenever you're around. I just wondered if perhaps the spring of love has blossomed between the two of you like the flowers of a young sakura tree." He smiled widely.

Y/N managed to stifle her giggle at those words. Give it to Gai to describe things with so much flare.

"We're just friends, that's all." She replied, recovering her seriousness. "We have a lot of things in common." She added.

"Well, in case something does happen between the two of you, I want you to know that I will be the happiest man alive. Seeing two of my friends soaring high in the skies of love, brings such joy to my youthful soul!" He pulled his fists to his chest in a dramatic reenactment of how he felt.

"Thank you, Gai." She smiled. "But nothing's going to happen between me and Kakashi, believe me." The smile slowly fading from her lips.

On her way home from training, she thought about Gai's words. If people were starting to notice something odd between them, she had to put their minds to rest. Moreover, she had to put her own mind at rest. Although she'd enjoyed the closeness she still shared with Kakashi and their talks, he'd made himself clear that it would go no further. Perhaps it was time to move on.

Y/N was just preparing to go to bed, when she heard a faint knock on the door. Not expecting anyone, she felt on edge when opening the door. To her surprise, a scruffy-looking Kakashi stood at her entrance.

"May I come in?" He asked, weary-eyed and somber.

"Of course." She made way for him to pass. "Have you come back from a mission?"

"Indeed." He sat in his usual chair, stretching his legs in front of him and groaning in discomfort.

"Are you hurt? Do you need help?" Her voice was steady, although worry came through it.

"No, nothing some rest can't fix. I just wanted to see you."

His unexpected honesty struck a chord, but she forced herself not to read anything into his words. Instead, she put the kettle on and took some dried leaves off her rack.

"Why don't you lie on the bed and I'll make us some soothing tea. But take that muddy vest off before you do!" She added, as Kakashi headed to her room, making him chuckle.

"Don't tell me you've never thrown yourself onto the bed straight after an exhausting day." He said, putting a pillow behind his head, as he got more comfortable. It still surprised him how at ease he had begun to feel in her space. He pushed the thought away, refusing to let his feelings take over. He'd indulged enough by coming here in the first place.

Y/N walked over with two steaming mugs in hand. She handed one of them to her companion and took a seat on a chair by the bed.

"You've been keeping busy these days." He noted casually. "You're always out training or taking on new missions."

"Are you keeping an eye on me?" She raised her brow at him.

"I'm naturally observant, that's all."

As much as she enjoyed his presence, her desire to climb on top of him in that moment was too much to bear.

"Do you mind if I make some remedies while we talk?" Keeping her hands busy could resolve some of the tension in her body. She got up and started pulling various tools out.

"Go right ahead." He sipped on his tea, while watching her careful movements.

A few hours passed in pleasant conversation. Mugs, long emptied, sat on her nightstand. Kakashi got off of the bed.

"Thank you for keeping me company tonight. I needed it."

They bid each other goodnight and he left. Y/N sighed into the empty space. This friendship thing was becoming increasingly more difficult for her. She prepared her bed for the night, a new resolve building in her.

The next morning:

She was walking out of the Hokage's building after taking on a short C-rank mission to keep her occupied during the day, when she crossed paths with a handsome jōnin heading inside.

"Hey!" She called after him, surprising herself with this forwardness. "You're Genma Shiranui, right? You're one of the proctors for the chunin exam."

"That's right. I know you, aren't you Y/N? Your team is competing in the exam." He spoke, a faint smirk lingering on his lips. She nodded in response.

"Any chance you could give me a hint on what else you've got in store for these kids?" She asked, a cheeky smile lighting up her face.

"That wouldn't be very fair to the other sensei, now would it?" He replied, matching her cheek.

"It was worth a try!" Y/N prepared to leave but he interrupted.

"I'll tell you what though, my tongue gets quite loose when I've got a drink in me. How about it then?"

He was indeed very handsome, she thought, especially when he smirked in that self-assured way.

"Why not." She said out loud. "I'm on my way to take care of some things, but I'll be free tonight?"

"Great." He nodded. "See you then, sensei." He winked at her and went into the building.

Yes, a pretty distraction like that was just what she needed.

Walking out of the staff lounge later that day, Kakashi passed two chunin he vaguely recognised as Izumo and Kotetsu. They were talking loudly and he couldn't help but overhear their conversation.

"Hey, did you hear Genma's got a date tonight?"

"So what! That guy's always got some date or another."

"Yeah, but this one's with that new sensei. You know, the really pretty one."

"Ah, fair play to the guy then."

Kakashi's heart tightened at the thought of Y/N out with that jōnin. But why shouldn't she date, he tried to banish the feeling before he could even give it a name. After all, wasn't he the one who rejected the possibility of something more between them? Frustrated with both the situation and himself, Kakashi decided the best remedy was to busy himself throughout the day, so he could keep his mind distracted.

Y/N came home with enough time to shower the dust off herself and get ready for her evening plans. It was rare that she got to step out of her jōnin clothes and into something more appealing, so she took the time to make herself look nice. Once ready, she headed over to their meeting spot. Genma stood outside the venue, wearing a navy blue turtleneck with trousers to match, his signature senbon between his teeth. He grinned at the sight of her.

"Shall we?" He said, moving the curtain aside, so she could walk in.

They sat next to each other at the long bar, Genma sneaking looks at her, as they ordered their drinks. Y/N felt flushed with excitement. She couldn't help but notice the difference from her times spent with Kakashi. This felt both less secure and lighter at the same time.

They got to talking, the awkwardness quickly dissipating. Genma was very charming when he wanted to be, but he was also a good listener and showed genuine interest in what she was saying. Y/N found herself comfortably enjoying his company.

The more time passed, the more forward they became, flirting with each other and making remarks on the other's good looks. Occasionally, Genma would place a hand on her lower back, or his knee would touch hers and remain there, as if to test the waters. Y/N didn't mind, in fact, she encouraged it, feeling emboldened.

A few drinks later, they were both slightly tipsy and flushed with desire.

"It's getting late." She mentioned when the conversation had dwindled. "I should head back."

Genma looked at her, trying to read her expression. He was met with a cat-like smile that told him everything he needed to know.

"Can I walk you home?" He asked, ever the gentleman.

So, they walked, or rather swayed towards her place, locking arms whenever one of them tripped, giggling and talking loudly. Both of them too tipsy to sense the shadow that followed them close by.

Reaching the flat, they stumbled inside giggling, shushing each other, as to not wake the neighbours.

"I'll put some tea on to sober us up a bit." Y/N said cheerfully, letting go of Genma's hand, without even realising she'd been holding it for the last few minutes. In the fog of her drunken mind, she made a note of how quickly the intimacy between them had grown.

Genma looked around her flat, stopping at her bookshelf, trying hard to make out the titles, his vision blurry. When she'd put the kettle to boil, Y/N joined him where he stood, stopping awfully close to the handsome jōnin. He turned to look at her, his glazed eyes focusing on her lips, but before either of them could make a move, a knock on the door pulled them back into reality.

Surprised by the unexpected intrusion, she went to open it. And who did she find at the entrance, but the root of her recent troubles?

Kakashi stood in his usual slouched pose, a smile visible under his mask.

"Hello." Without waiting for a response, he made his way inside, brushing past Y/N.

"Oh, Genma, I didn't know you were here!" His tone was nonchalant, like they'd just bumped into each other in the staff room. "Sorry to interrupt, I think I might have left my book here last night." He said, putting a slight emphasis on his words.

Y/N stood completely stunned, still holding the door open, unable to comprehend what was happening. She watched in astonishment as Kakashi headed towards her bed with the obvious familiarity of someone who'd been in the flat many times, and crouched down to look under it.

"Hm. I think it might have fallen out of my vest when I took it off... Ah, there it is!" He pulled out a crinkled copy of Icha Icha and stuck it in his pocket. "You know me, can't go to sleep without my novels." He casually laughed, glancing at Genma, who looked like he'd sobered up rather quickly.

"Well, I'll leave you two crazy kids alone. Don't stay up too late. Goodnight." With a wave of his hand he was gone out the door.

Y/N finally regained some of her composure and turned to a very solemn looking Genma.

"I honestly have no idea what that was all about." She forced an apologetic smile on.

"Listen, I don't want to step on any toes here." He hesitantly spoke.

"You're not! Kakashi was here last night, but we just talked! I don't know why he needed to come in like that..." She blurted out, trying to do damage control.

"Look, Y/N, tonight's been great, and you're honestly very attractive, but this whole situation seems a little too complicated for me. Plus, I really don't want to get into Kakashi's bad books. That guy is terrifying."

Genma awkwardly remained in place for a moment, expecting her to say something.

"I think I had better go." He said, realising she wasn't going to.

@duckingmetal @junksmah @jinnyart06 <3

Without waiting for a further response, he let himself out, closing the door behind him with a thud.

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pagesfromthevoid · 2 years ago

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Glitch | k.h. | 1

Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Author's Note: Lmao I'm not even sorry for what I did here honestly

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Following Team 7's return from the Land of Waves...

“You look like hell.”

“Feel like it too,” Kakashi managed to say, though his voice dripped with exhaustion.

Her brow furrowed as she forgot what she was doing, turning around to follow him. “What happened? I heard your mission went south quick but —,”

“Went from a C to an A as soon as we walked out the gate,” he interrupted, though he kept his eyes forward.

Her eyes widened as the admission, instinctively reaching out to touch his arm. Kakashi flinched at the touch, and she immediately pulled away. “What about your team? Are they —,”

“They’re fine.”

“But you’re not.”

He simply shrugged, that mask of indifference returning as he gave her a smile. It didn’t even reach his eye, however, and she knew better than to believe him.

“I’ll be okay.”

“You need to go to the hospital, Hatake.”

“Nah.”

She rolled her eyes at his stubbornness, shaking her head. “Whatever you say, Kakashi.”

She turned on her heel to walk away, leaving him to recover from his mission however way he did. She didn’t have the energy to argue with him about how he handled his emotions. If he wanted to talk about it, he could find Gai or someone else —but she wasn’t going to force him to talk to her.

It was his sudden hand on her shoulder that stopped her, though, causing her to freeze suddenly at his touch. The flinch he had earlier suggested he didn’t actually like touching other people; but the hold he had on her was tight. This was more physical contact than they’d ever had, she was pretty sure.

Glancing over her shoulder, she frowned. He didn’t say anything, simply dropped his hand as if realizing what he had done. Letting out a breath, she turned back to look up at him properly.

“I’m meeting Gemma and my cousin for drinks, if you want to come,” she offered softly, giving him a reassuring smile.

Kakashi hesitated, just briefly, before nodding once. “I’d like that.”

She slipped her hands into her pockets, nodding down the street to the bar where she was meeting Genma and Asuma. Kakashi fell into step with her, though he tried to keep space between the two. She kept glancing at him, trying to see any crack in the façade that he had put up. But even if he was clearly exhausted, Kakashi didn’t let on that anything else was wrong.

He opened the door to the bar, holding it for her. She nodded in thanks, passing by him as Asuma waved her over. Genma smirked around his senbon, kicking a chair out for her to sit in.

“Well, well, well —looks like Miss Konoha managed to get the heartbreak prince himself out and about.”

She sat down, but kicked Genma in the shin, causing him to buckle over and groan. “You know I hate when you call me that.”

Asuma chuckled, flicking ash from his cigarette into the tray. “You’re the one who coined it.”

“When I was nine.”

Kakashi pulled the chair beside her out, sitting down and leaning back casually. Any exhaustion he might have hinted at had disappeared as he smiled at the two jonin across from them.

“Miss Konoha, huh?”

“First female hokage,” Asuma explained, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip. “She was insistent as a kid.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back and looking away as her cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “Better than the heartbreak prince,” she snipped, pouting some.

“I don’t know how I ever got that nickname,” Kakashi admitted, rubbing the back of his neck some. “It’s not like I’ve broken any hearts.”

“ On purpose ,” Genma pointed out, grinning still. “You say no to everyone that asks you out. Breaking hearts left and right, Hatake.”

Kakashi simply shrugged, and she looked back at him with her brow raised. The waitress set down another bottle of sake and two empty glasses, smiling politely at Kakashi and her before hurrying away.

“Except little Miss Konoha,” Asuma teased, and she tried to kick him under the table next but kicked Genma again.

“Ow! What the hell, I didn’t —,”

“If you two are done being annoying,” she interrupted, giving them both pointed looks. “I’d like to drink in peace. Or maybe we can talk about Kurenai , cousin.”

Asuma sputtered, turning red for a moment before giving her a pointed look of his own. “Fine, okay, we’re through.”

The evening continued, the conversation and laughter flowing freely as they recounted their adventures and reminisced about their time as young shinobi. Genma, sitting beside her, seized every opportunity to flirt and engage in light banter. His playful remarks were laced with subtle hints, and he flashed her a charming smile that spoke of his interest. However, she had become adept at feigning obliviousness to his advances, opting instead to focus on the broader conversation. Genma flirted every time they went out; she usually ignored him. Throughout it all, however, she couldn't shake the feeling that Kakashi's attention was still focused on her. She occasionally caught him stealing glances, his lone visible eye studying her with a depth that went beyond their usual interactions.

Genma, in his relentless pursuit, leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a husky whisper, "You know, you're the most captivating person in this room tonight." He traced a finger along the rim of his sake cup, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that bordered on provocative.

She offered a polite but noncommittal smile, rolling her eyes. "Flattery gets you nowhere, Genma."

Kakashi's subtle glances continued, and she couldn't help but wonder if his silent observations were a response to Genma's advances. Was he trying to protect her, or was there something more significant behind those looks?

As the night progressed, she found herself caught in a delicate balance, deflecting Genma's playful advances with practiced ease. Genma's charming smiles and witty remarks were ever-present, and though they had shared friendly banter in the past, tonight there was an added layer of flirtation that she couldn't ignore. His eyes sparkled mischievously, and his laughter was accompanied by lingering glances that hinted at something more.

Amidst Genma's advances, she couldn't help but steal glances at Kakashi, who seemed to be in a world of his own. His mask of indifference had slipped just enough to reveal a hint of vulnerability earlier, and she couldn’t help but worry about how he was feeling throughout the night. However, navigating Genma’s flirting and her concern for Kakashi was not easy, and it was getting frustrating.

Finally, though, the night drew to a close and the four shinobi stood. Asuma was a little worse off than the rest of them –though she was certain that Kakashi didn’t have a single drink the entire time. While she wasn’t drunk by any means, she was tipsy enough to feel warm inside as Kakashi motioned for her to walk ahead of him. Asuma bid the three of them goodbye as they stepped outside the bar, and she waved her cousin off with a content smile of her own.

Genma decided to take the opportunity to make his move then. He leaned in closer to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and said, "Hey, before we head out, I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner with me sometime? Just the two of us."

Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at Kakashi, who had leaned against the pillar outside the bar, reading in the lamplight. His eye darted between her and his book, however, and she caught the glance with an uncomfortable stare.

"I appreciate the offer, Genma, I do –but I don’t have time for dating or anything. Not with my team, and missions,” she explained, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly as she looked up at him.

Genma's smile faltered briefly, but he quickly masked it with a casual shrug. "No problem, I understand. Just thought I'd give it a shot."

With half a wave and a smile, Genma walked off with a simple goodbye, leaving her and Kakashi standing outside the bar. She watched his retreating figure, making a face as she considered Genma’s offer. It’s not that he wasn’t attractive –he was; and funny. And they got along well. But she wasn’t lying when she said that there just wasn’t time to date. The life of a shinobi didn’t leave room for feelings, let alone actual relationships. Some people were lucky enough –Asuma and Kurenai, or even Minato and Kushina –but even her and Kakashi’s…. situationship was taking up more time in her life than it should have been.

Turning her attention to Kakashi, she found that his demeanor had shifted again, this time from his earlier indifference to something more elusive. He seemed distant, staring blankly at his book –though she knew he wasn’t reading it; his eye wasn’t scanning over the page –and his posture had gone rigid. It was as if a curtain had fallen between them, and she couldn't understand what had changed so suddenly.

"Kakashi?" She ventured cautiously, her concern for him evident in her voice.

He turned to her, his visible eye locking onto hers, but his response was curt and devoid of the warmth she had felt earlier in the night. "I should get going. Thank you for inviting me.”

Before she could utter another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her standing there. She was bewildered and unsure of what had just happened, really. The night hadn’t been that bad, and even if Kakashi didn’t particularly like socializing, he seemed to have had a good time. The sudden shift in his behavior left her with a sense of unease, and she couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with what had just happened between her and Genma.

*****

“You should have seen it!” Naruto exclaimed a few days later, having followed her out of the grocery store. “We saved the bridge builder and stopped Gatō too!”

It was her day off, and she had wandered into the grocery store to stock up on a few things before her next mission. Naruto had been picking up his weekly allotment of instant ramen, coming up a little short and huffing in frustration; she offered to pay his tab. This is what prompted him to follow her out into the streets, insisting on carrying her groceries as a thank you.

“It sounds like your mission was successful then,” she replied, looking down at him with a small smile.

“It was a close call,” he admitted, though reluctant to do so. “Sasuke was in pretty bad shape, and Kakashi-sensei was stuck trying to stop Zabuza while I had to fight this kid Haku!”

“Zabuza?” She repeated, brow furrowing. The Demon Hidden in the Mist. Kakashi hadn’t mentioned that the other night; though it explained why he was so beaten down. “Who is Haku?”

“Zabuza’s…well, I guess he was Zabuza’s friend,” Naruto settled on, scratching his chin some as he considered how to describe his opponent. “Haku stepped in front of Zabuza to protect in the end –Kakashi-sensei –well, he…”

But Naruto didn’t need to finish the story because she now understood what had happened.

“Did Kakashi kill Haku, Naruto?” She asked softly, looking ahead now as they walked.

“Yeah,” Naruto murmured, voice softer than she’d ever heard before. “He didn’t mean to; Kakashi-sensei was using this jutsu –his lightning blade –and Haku appeared between him and Zabuza. It happened really fast.”

They stopped outside her apartment door, where she turned and took her groceries from the genin. “Sometimes, in order to do the right thing, we have to make choices that aren’t great,” she explained, opening her door. “If you want to be a great ninja, Naruto, you’ll make tough decisions too.”

“I know,” he replied, nodding in agreement. Then he perked up, grinning at her. “Kakashi-sensei said that we get a break for a little while, but I need to keep training. Could I join your team when you train tomorrow, sensei?”

She hesitated a moment, wondering how that would play out, but then nodded once. Naruto was far too determined for his own good sometimes, but he had just experienced something no other genin normally would at this stage. It would do her team some good to hear about his experiences.

“Why don’t you help me train them tomorrow, instead?” She offered, smiling down at him. “You’ve got some good experience now, maybe you can show them what you learned while you were away.”

“You want me to help teach ?” He exclaimed, practically bouncing on his heels. “For sure, sensei! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Naruto took off with a whoop and a wave, and she watched as he went off. Shaking her head, she pushed her door open and stepped inside, setting her things down with a sigh. Kakashi’s behavior suddenly made sense; using the Lightning Blade to end a life –end another kid’s life –probably reminded him too much of what happened with Rin.

Perhaps she should pay Rin a visit; see if there was something the kunoichi could do for their friend from beyond the realm of the living.

#kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi fic #kakashi hatake x you

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